Yuka Nakagawa: D7 - D6 - Catastrophe
((OOC: PC control, such as it is, approved by Lucy :S))
So.
So. So one minute, they were just chatting. Well, she was chatting. She was saying to Yutaka about how personally, she thought Ringu was overrated, although it had been pretty funny doing Sadako impressions at the last sleepover and spilling popcorn everywhere. And he was opening his mouth, about to say something, when suddenly -
She'd vaguely registered the faint thumps but she hadn't noticed, god, how could you be so stupid, they were in the Program, it could've been anything. So she hadn't looked up, she'd just cut in to explain something about special effects and then, and then -
The rock had just come out of nowhere. One minute Yutaka had been standing there, and the next there'd just been this massive stone and then, then she saw one arm trapped under it, and then she saw the blood smeared into the grass like jam and then she saw the dull grey-red smears on her shoes.
And then she ran. (She didn't even stop to see if he maybe might not be totally dead, she just ran. But c'mon, his brains, his brains on her shoes, probably the bits that thought about horror movies, okay, Yuka, that's not funny even for you, it, it -)
Running down the path and her mind was going slow down, slow down, Yutaka needs to catch up and then she stumbled to a halt before she, and then, and there was blood on her socks too, and she'd just run -
She was feeling funny and the sun was too bright and the next moment she'd doubled over and she was barfing all over the grass. Usually she only ever threw up 'cause she'd eaten too much, but right now almost nothing came out, and her throat burned.
he just got squashed he just got all squashed like a bug that only happens in cartoons and really bad movies it doesn't just, it doesn't, he just, we were talking
She gulped, and gulped again, and expected to cry, but nothing happened. Because he couldn't just be dead so quickly.
It was very quiet. The faint humming of some insects a little way off, and the sea, and nothing. No talking.
"You... you jerk," she heard herself say, her voice all raspy, "you owed me a date. You've stood me up."
And just like that, she was crying. Because it had been gonna be a date, with government fugitive ice cream, and it had been something nice to think about, something to make her smile, and now it was all death, just like everything else.
Government fugitive ice cream, is that what's under that rock?
"Shut up!" she heard herself scream, "shut up, just stop making jokes for just one second, just stop, just -"
Start taking things seriously.
Okay.
After a few seconds, she got her water bottle and washed out her mouth. Then she wiped her shoes on the grass. (Don't barf again, just don't, c'mon, sea air, smells nice.)
Then she remembered the gun in her hand. She'd forgotten it was there, she'd got so used to it.
Seemed a little coincidental that people were dying from accidents in the Program.
Someone must've seen us. Seen us and knocked the rock off the cliff. God, if I'd just looked up -
If I'd just been standing a foot to the left -
She was very cold suddenly.
And now you're out in the open yelling your head off and crying? Get a grip and get hiding!
(So quick. Just so quick and maybe Yutaka hadn't even had a chance to think, maybe hadn't known. But that didn't make it better. Perhaps you did know, in the very last second. She couldn't believe you didn't know a little.)
(And what if it hurt?)
Didn't matter, because she wasn't gonna die, she wasn't, she wasn't, she - find Yukie. Find Yukie and Chisato and Yuko and start making a plan because if she didn't -
Pow! she mouthed, and hey, you know what? The stuff you're thinking with is the same stuff all over your shoes. And she giggle-sobbed, and, and -
Yutaka hadn't deserved that. Not something like that. (Someone had just looked down on them and shoved, and her gun wouldn't have - hadn't - made a bit of difference -)
Just showed you couldn't let your guard down for a second. And from now on, she didn't plan to. Someone a foot away from her, someone she'd been flirting with and who'd asked her out sort of, someone that close had died. Up til now, she hadn't been taking this seriously at all.
Face it, Yuka, the odds aren't good; the fat chick never survives. Nor does the plucky comic relief. You were doomed from the start.
Those kind of remarks weren't really that funny any more.
"I'm gonna survive," she mumbled. "They'll just have to do a little rewriting."
So.
So. So one minute, they were just chatting. Well, she was chatting. She was saying to Yutaka about how personally, she thought Ringu was overrated, although it had been pretty funny doing Sadako impressions at the last sleepover and spilling popcorn everywhere. And he was opening his mouth, about to say something, when suddenly -
She'd vaguely registered the faint thumps but she hadn't noticed, god, how could you be so stupid, they were in the Program, it could've been anything. So she hadn't looked up, she'd just cut in to explain something about special effects and then, and then -
The rock had just come out of nowhere. One minute Yutaka had been standing there, and the next there'd just been this massive stone and then, then she saw one arm trapped under it, and then she saw the blood smeared into the grass like jam and then she saw the dull grey-red smears on her shoes.
And then she ran. (She didn't even stop to see if he maybe might not be totally dead, she just ran. But c'mon, his brains, his brains on her shoes, probably the bits that thought about horror movies, okay, Yuka, that's not funny even for you, it, it -)
Running down the path and her mind was going slow down, slow down, Yutaka needs to catch up and then she stumbled to a halt before she, and then, and there was blood on her socks too, and she'd just run -
She was feeling funny and the sun was too bright and the next moment she'd doubled over and she was barfing all over the grass. Usually she only ever threw up 'cause she'd eaten too much, but right now almost nothing came out, and her throat burned.
he just got squashed he just got all squashed like a bug that only happens in cartoons and really bad movies it doesn't just, it doesn't, he just, we were talking
She gulped, and gulped again, and expected to cry, but nothing happened. Because he couldn't just be dead so quickly.
It was very quiet. The faint humming of some insects a little way off, and the sea, and nothing. No talking.
"You... you jerk," she heard herself say, her voice all raspy, "you owed me a date. You've stood me up."
And just like that, she was crying. Because it had been gonna be a date, with government fugitive ice cream, and it had been something nice to think about, something to make her smile, and now it was all death, just like everything else.
Government fugitive ice cream, is that what's under that rock?
"Shut up!" she heard herself scream, "shut up, just stop making jokes for just one second, just stop, just -"
Start taking things seriously.
Okay.
After a few seconds, she got her water bottle and washed out her mouth. Then she wiped her shoes on the grass. (Don't barf again, just don't, c'mon, sea air, smells nice.)
Then she remembered the gun in her hand. She'd forgotten it was there, she'd got so used to it.
Seemed a little coincidental that people were dying from accidents in the Program.
Someone must've seen us. Seen us and knocked the rock off the cliff. God, if I'd just looked up -
If I'd just been standing a foot to the left -
She was very cold suddenly.
And now you're out in the open yelling your head off and crying? Get a grip and get hiding!
(So quick. Just so quick and maybe Yutaka hadn't even had a chance to think, maybe hadn't known. But that didn't make it better. Perhaps you did know, in the very last second. She couldn't believe you didn't know a little.)
(And what if it hurt?)
Didn't matter, because she wasn't gonna die, she wasn't, she wasn't, she - find Yukie. Find Yukie and Chisato and Yuko and start making a plan because if she didn't -
Pow! she mouthed, and hey, you know what? The stuff you're thinking with is the same stuff all over your shoes. And she giggle-sobbed, and, and -
Yutaka hadn't deserved that. Not something like that. (Someone had just looked down on them and shoved, and her gun wouldn't have - hadn't - made a bit of difference -)
Just showed you couldn't let your guard down for a second. And from now on, she didn't plan to. Someone a foot away from her, someone she'd been flirting with and who'd asked her out sort of, someone that close had died. Up til now, she hadn't been taking this seriously at all.
Face it, Yuka, the odds aren't good; the fat chick never survives. Nor does the plucky comic relief. You were doomed from the start.
Those kind of remarks weren't really that funny any more.
"I'm gonna survive," she mumbled. "They'll just have to do a little rewriting."