Vriska: Calm down.

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She couldn't think exactly of a phrase that could describe her anger, no "how could she" came to mind, but her anger boiled in her chest, burned and itched under her skin.
She had to scratch the itch.
She shoved her computer in her bag, slung it over her shoulder.
Vriska ran down the stone-lined path, hopping off of it midway and onto the grass. She ran for the fence, practically launching herself over it, her clothes catching on it in the process.
She caught her breath as she walked quick toward the trees. She sat by where the ocean water trickled over into a river, watching as the sun began to came up, and then Vriska realized that the trident had found its way back under her arm, dried blood and some insides still clinging to it. Gross. She was lucky Meenah knew how to be a little clean with her stabbing.
She let it run under the river water as an afterthought. It was quite heavy, so she carefully set it down by a log. She peered through the trees at the sunrise. Pretty.

Birds began chirping as Vriska tried to recall how long she'd been sitting there, not a thought in her head apart from the occasional check-up on her loot.
She pulled herself to her feet, pulling the trident up and under her arm in a fluid, now familiar motion. She set off toward the beach, a place that she had viewed from her balcony, but rarely visited herself.
She hummed a tune, something a bit uncharacteristic for her, at least when she wasn't doing it as a taunt. She looked down and noticed that the grass was getting sparser and transitioning into fine sand as she walked. The sun was almost up, but the peace (and boredom) of night remained.
The water lapped at the sand rythmically, calmingly, as she watched it from the dry land. The water served as an unwelcome reminder of the woman, and the girl, whose weapon of choice she was holding.
Though, she minded it a bit less than she would have, since the sound of the waves did calm her. Still though, she walked back down to her house.

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