Snippet #1752368

Meddie rolled her eyes beneath her mask at what what apparently a retort from one of the targets of her disdain. She emitted a chuckle before speaking up, not bothering to lift her head from her book. She didn't need to to deal with this.

"RIght, I'm gonna spell this out slowly just in case you have trouble grasping it. Let's start with the fact that trying that and then not only attempting to run away, but hide behind a guy makes you look like an absolute coward. Seriously stick around to deal with the fallout of what comes out of your mouth or learn to shut it, either way suits me. Now that's out of the way, let's straighten out a few things. First of all, I'm not projecting my anger onto you people. I just don't like you. Next, Dorian has, if my math is correct, been here a max of two hours. You can't work out whether someone is a 'nice guy' in that time. You can however work out if you want to get boned by him, which is clearly the basis you're working on, hence why I don't like you, because most of you have the depth of fucking paddling pools, and finally, I really don't think I'd want to be friends with you anyway. Chances are most of the people here wouldn't have even thrown a word my way if I hadn't offended your delicate sensibilities, so you know I think I'd rather drip wax in my eyes. Finally, the term 'Psycho bitch' become kinda of a moot point when you consider that we're in an asylum, and that I'm one of the few people here who is free of disorders. I'm more sane than almost any of you, they just don't like people who can kill people with their eyes walking around unchecked. Does that cover everything? Thank you and good morning."

Medusa's snakes turned and hissed at Annika, punctuating what she said, though Medusa reached out to pull them down and stop them getting aggressive.