45. Steel [Voice/Action]

[corrinesbell]

[the sound of halting, limping steps is coming through the journal.  There is a weak cough, and a soft cry as book and body hit the ground]

P-Please...

[that's all she can say as she leans against the outer wall of one of the community buildings. At least she made it back to the village this time. On both wrists and both ankles are the remnants of metal restraints, and a similar band encircles her neck. Blood runs down her face from both temples, from what appear to be identical half-inch holes of some kind, and she holds one arm strangely, not wanting to move it.]

Wh-where's...aah! [another ineffective cough]

[[ooc: Oh dear. The muse is back, and would prefer sane people to help her out a bit, please.]]