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[Riza's PCD turns on to show...nothing of real interest. She's in the kitchen preparing dinner, cutting up an onion. Everything seems normal.
And then the knife slips just enough to cut her finger.
She hisses and pulls her hand away before any blood can get on the food, but as she looks at her finger, the blood pooling around the cut, she tenses up. Her eyes go wide with some unspoken memory and, letting out a whimper, she collapses to the floor, leaning against the counter. Her eyes are now clenched shut and her hands are shaking, but why? Surely she didn't cut herself that badly.
But even after a few more moments, she moans to herself and starts to rock, trying to stay calm.]
[ooc: Say hello to PTSD!Riza. Comments will be from![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=3)
ghostsinthesand since she has better icons XD]
And then the knife slips just enough to cut her finger.
She hisses and pulls her hand away before any blood can get on the food, but as she looks at her finger, the blood pooling around the cut, she tenses up. Her eyes go wide with some unspoken memory and, letting out a whimper, she collapses to the floor, leaning against the counter. Her eyes are now clenched shut and her hands are shaking, but why? Surely she didn't cut herself that badly.
But even after a few more moments, she moans to herself and starts to rock, trying to stay calm.]
[ooc: Say hello to PTSD!Riza. Comments will be from
ghostsinthesand since she has better icons XD]
