Sweet, Pointy Vengance [Private]

[Nako]

On the first day of voodoo... my true love said to me....

"Stab em in the crotch!"

Zuberi looked up from the blue haired voodoo doll, needle still in hand.

"Shank em right in the ol' pecker!"

Not to get her wrong, her needle -had- been hovering in that particular area. "Well now that you say it that way, it sounds awful!"

"An' yer saying what he did to ya wasn't awful?" Zuberi squeaked as a ghostly hand shot straight through her slightly swelling belly.

"Stop that! An when have -you- ever been so... chivalrous..." She grimaces as said hand reached up to mock-grope at her breast.

"Arr... Lass. Ya judge me too harsh. Pillage, we did. But I had plenty o' lasses throwing demselves at my feet. I had no need to take a woman without her consent."

She shot a glance at the apparition that went to float in front of her, as if disbelieving, but said nothing. Instead, she drove the needle in right between the doll's legs, giving it a cruel wiggle in the cottony insides before pulling it out. Hah! Now if only she could -see- the bastard's reaction.

[Nako]

Zuberi woke up that morning... and had to throw up. Stumbling from her bed, she hardly made it outside in time. Shuddering, body curling from the dry heaves, it was at this moment she cursed that man a thousand times over. She even almost cursed the baby that she had found to be pregnant with.

She hadn't told -anyone- how it happened. Anyone living, anyhow. So afraid she was to admit such a thing had happened to her. And that scar... that burning scar on her thigh; it was more disturbing than even the piece of bone beneath her eye, or the dreams of him she had every so often.

Crying. Was she crying? She couldn't figure out if it was from becoming sick, or genuine tears streaming down her face. She was so... -lonely-. All her life, she'd let no one close to her except a dead man, and she didn't even want to see -his- face right now. She wanted something tangible... someone to hold on to her and hold her hair back as she became sick.

But she didn't have that. She may never have that.

Zuberi bathed in the ocean, but it did little to wash away the shame and the anguish.

There was only one thing that seemed to make her feel any better; it was to sit down next to the fireplace with the little doll she'd made, its blue hair pouring from its head in bright cascades. She'd... put so much into making this doll, hoping that in every careful stitch she sewed it with, that the care and detail she put into the doll would make the spell that much more acute. She would hope, anyways. Just the thought that it had a -chance- to do so made her feel a little better.

Picking up the needle, she angled it carefully before jabbing it into the small patch between its legs, tearing and rending at it with a grin that soon turned sinister... but she had to stop herself. She knew that if she did too much damage... well, she didn't know exactly what -would- happen, but she had a feeling that if she did too much harm to this doll, something bad might happen to her as well.

[Nako]

Where. Were....

The pickles and ice cream?

With an uncharacteristic snarl, Zuberi skulked about the room, upturning boxes and goodness knows what else. Zuberi was a rather... easygoing sort. She didn't -need- pickles and ice cream. Sardines and heavy cream would have done.. or even salted pork and milk.

But there was nothing in the house except fruit, and those godforsaken biscuits. With a mighty scream, she threw the whole basket out of the house, frightening her poor ace under the table with her rampage.

This was all -his- fault. The one that did this to her. Angrily, she pulled her kit out of the cupboard, pulling out the blue-haired doll and giving him an evil glare.

"Oh, you'll regret this, ya sorry bastard!" She seethed, her good eye twitching as she looked around for her needles. She couldn't find the damned thing. Never mind that, then. She took thumb and forefinger, grabbing the... crotchial region of the doll and gave it a -mighty- twist.

"If this hurts... WHAT DO YOU THINK CHILDBIRTH IS GOING TO BE LIKE, YA BASTARD?!?!?!" Stupid! She slammed he doll back into the kid and burst out the door.

There was going to be at least ONE neighbor with ice cream.

And she was going to find them.

[Nako]

((eep! Missed a few days))

Hm... where had they gone?Honestly, she couldn't think of where she could have left them.... She upturned pillows, she looked under the table... behind the counters... Where on earth had they gone? Zuberi slid a suspicious eye to the preening chicken. He was very much a little clepto of things he thought were pretty or interesting, and her needle set -had- been in a pretty box. Hrm. With a puzzled frown, she stared down at the blue haired doll in her hands. Well... what was she going to do with him?

Her eyes glanced to the dying fire in the hearth, and her grin grew wicked.

Now, you have to be careful... Zuberi said to herself as she balanced the doll over a hot coal. Just close enough to burn.. not to catch on fire.. Closer.. closer... the heat of the fire was stinging her hands, but she pushed on until she could see the fabric of the doll's crotch blacken. Eh.. that was enough. She snickered sinisterly and set the doll down. "Chestnuts... roasting on an open fire~" She sang out quietly, settling into a happy little hum as she set the got out the case for which she kept the doll... There they were! Under some scrap pieces of cloth! "Silly me!"

[Nako]

Honestly... stabbing this doll in the crotch was getting boring. Zuberi sighed, staring at the blue haired doll in her hand. Was it truly coming to the point she was getting... tired of torturing the man who knocked her up against his will? How could she make this more interesting? Hmm....

Her gaze slid over to the packet of needles. She had several of them, having gotten them on sale. Taking several of them in hand, she paused before stabbing. No. This was seriously getting old.

Instead, she took him by the blue hair and -ripped- a chunk out. Aha! That was much more fun! It meant she had to sew the bastard hairs back in... but it was still hilarious. Perhaps it would pull out his hair in real life, or would he only feel the sting of it? Who knows... but with any luck, it would scare the hell out of him and perhaps make him think he was going bald again. She snickered.