In which insanity starts to boil over
Who: Amanda Young and Kurosaki Ichigo
When: Monday evening
Where: Cafeteria
Summary: Amanda is feeling stressed and goes to think in the cafeteria...it's also a good place to change her bandages.
Rating: PG-13 Will edit as needed
Warnings: References to self abuse, language from both Ichigo and Amanda, Violence, and Blood
Walking around the Facility was still an awkward experience. She almost expected something to jump out of the walls or for another of the Facility patients to snap and go on a killing spree...actually, that might be fun. As long as it wasn't one of the freaks she'd be content. Amanda tried not to think about everything that's happened. It was too much to think on sometimes...and she had no outlet for when her emotions got the better of her. No knives and no way to play games with anyone.
Some of these freaks would probably have some interesting ways to escape, that would just mean she'd need to work harder to make them suffer. When the time came, she already had an idea of a few people she'd start with. See how the bitch would do without any hands to torture with. Nel would get hers one way or another. As soon as she was put in another experiment that she could make the bitch pay, she would. And that boy...Ichigo. What was his deal? He seemed to have some kind of hero complex...but it was touching in a way that he'd tried to save her. No one except John had done that before...and their methods were so different. Well, that just goes to show you that he didn't know what he was doing. Still, she didn't know what to make of it.
Turning a corner, she entered the cafeteria...watching a last few people filter out, she made her way over to where the first aid kit rested on the wall. Sliding down the wall beneath it, she started pulling at the bandages around her wrists. Running a hand over the scars, she looked back up to the first aid kit. There had to be something in there with an edge on it...there just had to be. She needed to do something, this was driving her up a wall. Standing up she started pulling things out of the box, letting them roll across the floor. Bandages...gauze...ice packs...antibiotic gel...there was nothing in here.
Hitting the wall with both hands, she slid down the wall. "No no no no no..." This couldn't be happening. There was nothing here..and nothing anywhere else she looked.
Hunching over, she rested on her forearms, rocking herself slightly.
When: Monday evening
Where: Cafeteria
Summary: Amanda is feeling stressed and goes to think in the cafeteria...it's also a good place to change her bandages.
Rating: PG-13 Will edit as needed
Warnings: References to self abuse, language from both Ichigo and Amanda, Violence, and Blood
Walking around the Facility was still an awkward experience. She almost expected something to jump out of the walls or for another of the Facility patients to snap and go on a killing spree...actually, that might be fun. As long as it wasn't one of the freaks she'd be content. Amanda tried not to think about everything that's happened. It was too much to think on sometimes...and she had no outlet for when her emotions got the better of her. No knives and no way to play games with anyone.
Some of these freaks would probably have some interesting ways to escape, that would just mean she'd need to work harder to make them suffer. When the time came, she already had an idea of a few people she'd start with. See how the bitch would do without any hands to torture with. Nel would get hers one way or another. As soon as she was put in another experiment that she could make the bitch pay, she would. And that boy...Ichigo. What was his deal? He seemed to have some kind of hero complex...but it was touching in a way that he'd tried to save her. No one except John had done that before...and their methods were so different. Well, that just goes to show you that he didn't know what he was doing. Still, she didn't know what to make of it.
Turning a corner, she entered the cafeteria...watching a last few people filter out, she made her way over to where the first aid kit rested on the wall. Sliding down the wall beneath it, she started pulling at the bandages around her wrists. Running a hand over the scars, she looked back up to the first aid kit. There had to be something in there with an edge on it...there just had to be. She needed to do something, this was driving her up a wall. Standing up she started pulling things out of the box, letting them roll across the floor. Bandages...gauze...ice packs...antibiotic gel...there was nothing in here.
Hitting the wall with both hands, she slid down the wall. "No no no no no..." This couldn't be happening. There was nothing here..and nothing anywhere else she looked.
Hunching over, she rested on her forearms, rocking herself slightly.