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^{Cars and bones and pretty shiny stones}

&&.It's Hekate. Hekate. Hekate. Hekate! But whom to love her? Huh? Huh? Huh? No one would be the correct answer. We have a winner! Right on target. Big bucks. Big bucks. Big bucks. No whammy. No whammy. No whammy. Splash. Cur-plunk. Spiraling downward into an endless abyss. No, no, that wouldn't be Hekate. That's just life. Let me tell you a little thing about life. It hates you. It enjoys watching your failure and your demise. Craves to view the inklings of insanity settling about your mind. Life's a nasty devil, ain't it?

&&.Snicker. Snicker. What was that? Just Mister Insanity or herself? Oh me oh my! Whoopsy. That'd be herself. Not quite partners with Crazy but on the brink of a handshake. Nice doing business with you. Maybe next time we can come to an understanding. Giggle. Giggle. Whoops, not again. Her she goes babbling and crackling like the maniac she is. Oh wait. Hekate isn't really a maniac. She just happens to think she is. But really her mind's quite sound actually, functioning like a well oiled machine. But it is attention her brain waves yearn for, that her heart beats for. Thump. Thumpthump. Thump. Utto spaghetti-o's was that a flutter I just heard? Get the doctors in here! What are those things they rub together and then yell CHARGE with? Oh, oh right. That would be a Heart Defibrillator. Silly me.

&&.OK, now, where in the hell is she? Knee deep in some nasty slime. The smell is repulsive. Can't she smell it? Like dying and dead things. Like rot and decay. Oh yucky. But then, that ugly little nose of hers is probably to clogged up with snot to smell a d**ned thing. Crying for about 24/7 will do that to you, you know? Dull your senses and all that good stuff. It wouldn't surprise anyone if she wasn't even aware that she was standing in the murk, the way she was staring around all stormy eyed, with that glazed sort of look. Stupid haunting mare.

&&.What exactly she was trying to accomplish was beyond me, and surely beyond anyone else. She'd made it to belly height waters and stopped, looking down with a surprised expression as if she had just realized it. Disgustedly, she turned herself around, seeming to try to find her way out of the muck. But it appeared all in vain. A search to no avail. A startled expression passed her ugly visage, frightened almost, as she tried to sort which direction was which. But when she realized the cause was hopeless she hung her head in bitter defeat, remorse flitting occasional across a forlorn facade. Poor dear. Poor, poor baby. lost and alone. And not a soul would like to help such a damsel in distress, because usually when you heard of that you thought of pretty, curvy, Blondie. Well Hekate was pretty much the opposite. She wasn't any princess awaiting her kiss from prince charming. She was more like the little servant girl doing dishes in the back. The slipper just didn't fit. Sorry Hekatey darling. You might have just gotten yourself lost for the last time.

^{Lacey metals and glowing streets, sit down now, take your petty little seats.}

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Complete: yes///no
Character: Hekate
Words: 526
Other: sorry if thats confusing.