[sipp pretend i wrote that manwol wrote her text drafts while maya was getting her sugar... they're probably like full of typos bc of her dumbass vision,
THEY'RE GETTING IN THE CAR!! Manwol hits the button to open the garage door but she doesn't even wait for it to rise fully before she hits the pedal and drives them out of there. i forgot that hte ferrari is a convertible but ig it makes more sense if the top is up so that manwol doesn't like fly into the lazy river later,
she blinks rapidly bc of her blurry vision except no, it's not that. it's because she suddenly feels so tired -- that or she's been feeling tired all this time while stubbornly ignoring it.
it's hard to ignore it now. she blinks rapidly, releases the wheel with one hand so she grab her burned arms so that the pain can keep her awake just long enough for...]
[ but no it should be typo free as foreshadowing that she could do maya's nails ]
[ anyway, it's fine. maya is strapped in, but she's just watching manwol, and not appreciating the irony of this situation. ]
[ drugged... with sleeping pills. ]
[ she sees that manwol's finally starting to nod off, and she holds her bag of sugar.... she can drop it on the wheel, and jump out. by then, manwol will be asleep, right? so she won't feel the pain. ]
[ it'll be instant. and if maya gets hurt in the process... well. that's fine, isn't it? ]
[She's so tired. It must be because of that place she was in before, obviously. Getting hurt, and then sharing whatever she found with the others, then finding out who else was hurt. Then running around for the rest of the night, chasing people who don't want to be chased, trying to offer whatever comfort she can to the people who would accept it.
I'm so tired.
Of this place.
Can I really do it?
She couldn't even protect the others. Can she really protect Maya? Manwol makes the turn and keeps going down the road. The rock wall looms in the distance.]
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THEY'RE GETTING IN THE CAR!! Manwol hits the button to open the garage door but she doesn't even wait for it to rise fully before she hits the pedal and drives them out of there. i forgot that hte ferrari is a convertible but ig it makes more sense if the top is up so that manwol doesn't like fly into the lazy river later,
she blinks rapidly bc of her blurry vision except no, it's not that. it's because she suddenly feels so tired -- that or she's been feeling tired all this time while stubbornly ignoring it.
it's hard to ignore it now. she blinks rapidly, releases the wheel with one hand so she grab her burned arms so that the pain can keep her awake just long enough for...]
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[ but no it should be typo free as foreshadowing that she could do maya's nails ]
[ anyway, it's fine. maya is strapped in, but she's just watching manwol, and not appreciating the irony of this situation. ]
[ drugged... with sleeping pills. ]
[ she sees that manwol's finally starting to nod off, and she holds her bag of sugar.... she can drop it on the wheel, and jump out. by then, manwol will be asleep, right? so she won't feel the pain. ]
[ it'll be instant. and if maya gets hurt in the process... well. that's fine, isn't it? ]
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I'm so tired.
Of this place.
Can I really do it?
She couldn't even protect the others. Can she really protect Maya? Manwol makes the turn and keeps going down the road. The rock wall looms in the distance.]
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(You can do it, Ms. Manwol! You're so strong... just hold on a little longer!)
[ it's maya's turn to help, to take care of everything ]
[ she drops the sugar on the gas pedal ]