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Who: Madoka and YOU!
When: Second day, Breakfast to just before lunchtime
Where: Multiple places!
Warnings: n/a; also a note, will change to action spam if you prefer that format!
Having Homura here gives her some hope. It neither helps to fend off her tears nor does it give her the will to fight anything. But it does give her a sort of rigidity. Talking with her felt like things were nearly normal. They weren't actually, but she could pretend for a little while.
And that's how she thinks she'll end up getting by-- things are scary, so scary the weight of it presses on her chest and makes it so she can barely breathe. But talking nicely with someone for a while helped relieve that pressure and made time flow a lot easier. She doesn't know where Homura is sleeping, though, so she can't just go find her.
She logs off of the computer and steps out of the computer lab. The things the warden is saying to everyone else... the reality of it, the reality beyond the scariness, is seeping in. She could really die here. She wipes her tears away with the sleeve of the prison jumpsuit.
Madoka wanders a while, stopping...
A
First, at the cafeteria for breakfast. It's time for a meal, and she gets some of the foul smelling slop and eats it up quick, pinching her nose. She makes faces as she eats it, not enjoying it at all, but it's a cheap meal. She has to save her money for other things, and this food is free, so she won't actually complain about it. Her eyes are still puffy; it's obvious she's been crying.
B
Then, to the shop. She's looking through the racks of clothes for something that will fit her, and something that is cute. She does this with little energy or enthusiasm and looks pretty sad about the entire thing. She picks out some long socks and a girlish dress. It's pretty and cheap after the sale, so she buys it; picking out a cheap pair of fake white leather flats to go with them both.
She's wandering out after changing, wearing her purchases, eyes on the ground... when she runs into you!! The contents of her bag spill out onto the ground-- she quickly kneels over to pick up the jumpsuit, apologizing all the while.
C
She then heads to one of the courtyards. She just sits there on a wooden bench, looking up at the sky, seemingly lost in thought. And she is. It's a strange prison, she thinks, really strange. She's never even heard of anything like this before, not even in a book or movie... so it's a bit like walking into a nightmare. But the nightmare is real, truly and utterly real, real in the CP system and in the prickling of the needles pumping poison into her bloodstream. She thinks of something her mama once said-- "reality is often stranger than fiction". And how true that is. Madoka looks at her feet, and kicks at the dirt.
When: Second day, Breakfast to just before lunchtime
Where: Multiple places!
Warnings: n/a; also a note, will change to action spam if you prefer that format!
Having Homura here gives her some hope. It neither helps to fend off her tears nor does it give her the will to fight anything. But it does give her a sort of rigidity. Talking with her felt like things were nearly normal. They weren't actually, but she could pretend for a little while.
And that's how she thinks she'll end up getting by-- things are scary, so scary the weight of it presses on her chest and makes it so she can barely breathe. But talking nicely with someone for a while helped relieve that pressure and made time flow a lot easier. She doesn't know where Homura is sleeping, though, so she can't just go find her.
She logs off of the computer and steps out of the computer lab. The things the warden is saying to everyone else... the reality of it, the reality beyond the scariness, is seeping in. She could really die here. She wipes her tears away with the sleeve of the prison jumpsuit.
Madoka wanders a while, stopping...
A
First, at the cafeteria for breakfast. It's time for a meal, and she gets some of the foul smelling slop and eats it up quick, pinching her nose. She makes faces as she eats it, not enjoying it at all, but it's a cheap meal. She has to save her money for other things, and this food is free, so she won't actually complain about it. Her eyes are still puffy; it's obvious she's been crying.
B
Then, to the shop. She's looking through the racks of clothes for something that will fit her, and something that is cute. She does this with little energy or enthusiasm and looks pretty sad about the entire thing. She picks out some long socks and a girlish dress. It's pretty and cheap after the sale, so she buys it; picking out a cheap pair of fake white leather flats to go with them both.
She's wandering out after changing, wearing her purchases, eyes on the ground... when she runs into you!! The contents of her bag spill out onto the ground-- she quickly kneels over to pick up the jumpsuit, apologizing all the while.
C
She then heads to one of the courtyards. She just sits there on a wooden bench, looking up at the sky, seemingly lost in thought. And she is. It's a strange prison, she thinks, really strange. She's never even heard of anything like this before, not even in a book or movie... so it's a bit like walking into a nightmare. But the nightmare is real, truly and utterly real, real in the CP system and in the prickling of the needles pumping poison into her bloodstream. She thinks of something her mama once said-- "reality is often stranger than fiction". And how true that is. Madoka looks at her feet, and kicks at the dirt.