088 // oh hey this is a pretty familiar situation

[thatlibbychick]

[Libby's speaking slowly and clearly; she's trying to keep control even though she's crying a little, and FREAKING OUT inside.]

Somebody--

[Static cuts her off; she tries again after a few moments.]

Somebody, please. I need help. I've got to get out of here. I don't know how long I can stay calm...

They're watching me.

[Yep, the ghosts are manifesting as some of the people Libby brainwashed during her life. Just wait 'til her dead husband shows up...]

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[mightymorbid]

[An unfamiliar ghost seems to appear amid all the others, glad in nurse getup, but there aren't really eyes where there should be. She doesn't seem to acknowledge the others. Voice is barely a whisper, and seems to only become fully audible when her journal statics up]

What a-- you see-ng Miss Widmore?

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[thatlibbychick.livejournal.com]

[Libby draws her arms up, blocking her eyes with her forearms.]

No. No, go away.

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[mightymorbid]

B-t you are sick, M--s Widmore.

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[thatlibbychick.livejournal.com]

[Weakly protesting:]

I'm not sick. That was a long time ago.

I'm...I'm better now.

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[mightymorbid]

wE ARe go--g to make you better.

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[thatlibbychick.livejournal.com]

[Yelling:]

No, leave me alone! I don't need your help!

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[mightymorbid]

[And for your trouble you get the nurse and the entire line of figment-ghosts going into a sudden spasm. It starts as a series of twitches of their head, until suddenly their skulls are moving and whipping so quickly that it's a full blur -- one can almost hear the bones snapping at the velocity]

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[thatlibbychick.livejournal.com]

[Libby screams, scurrying backwards into a corner and curling up.]