→ voice. twenty-five.

Jan 21, 2010 02:06

[this journal has been relatively quiet, until there's muffled scuffle outside. when the door slides open, there's quiet struggling, and an Avatican arguing.]

Still got fight in you?

You bet! As long as you guys're jerks, I'm gonna fight!

Yeah?

[and suddenly, there's a violent bang against one of the metal walls, cued by Sora's short yell and groan. thrown to the other end of the cell, he groans, skidding on top of his journal. his breathing is heard, ragged and hard. the laugh is distant now, a mocking voice--]

C'mon, aren't you gonna get up? I thought you were gonna fight as long as we were jerks.

[... there's a pregnant pause, but just when the man turns to leave, there's the sound of clothes shifting. Sora's getting up... slowly, but surely. Shakily, but on his feet. He won't give up. Other people may be screaming, but he's not gonna let these guys have the best of him. For the people that scream. For the resistance. He'll stand.]

I... I am up. Is that--is that the best you guys got?!

[a pause, before there are footsteps and Sora hits the wall again, this time staying down and gasping raggedly.]

sora

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