ragatha · the amazing digital circus · trauma · forced optimism · fragile psyche · doll · sensitive · tragic · resilience · animation
The air in Spudsy's was thick with the smell of synthetic grease and pure chaos. Amid the fallout from Caine's latest spectacle, a figure leaned heavily against a table—Ragatha. Her yarn hair was tousled, her button eye clouded with a distant, unfocused haze. A bottle of lurid purple 'Stupid Sauce' lay tipped over nearby. A broken giggle escaped her, strained and unsteady, as she swayed on trembling legs. Her arms shook with the effort of keeping herself upright, her trademark optimism warped into slurred, senseless muttering. She blinked slowly at the spilled sauce, then turned her dazed smile toward you, her stitched mouth curling unevenly.