Welcome to Isolation [open]
Characters: Rita, open
Content: Rita is alive again, and could not be angrier.
Location: Outside of the Fashion Institute of Technology
Time of day: Good Morning
Warnings: Violence and/or swearing will most likely ensue.
Why am I alive.
While Rita had been thrashing against the floor in violent, seizure-ridden death throes, she hadn't had time to consider what the other side would be like- or if there was even another side at all. Before the incident which ended in her death, however, she'd had lots of time to ponder those sorts of things.
It was too cold to be heaven- the slightest breeze sent painful prickles along her skin. It was too warm to be hell- her bright red hair was absorbing the sunshine from above. Not even purgatory would yield this much...sensation.
WHY am I aLIVE
Eternal darkness would have been more welcome. ANYTHING but life on Earth again. Anything but this...
Rita drew in a shallow breath, squinting as she surveyed the buildings around her. This wasn't Michelangelo City...she knew it well enough to realize this. Sunlight blazed off of glass and snow, and not a sound could be heard anywhere aside from the occasional breeze through the streets.
Something was wrong.
Rita closed her eyes, opening her psychic third eye as she had done many times before. As she breathed in, she realized that she could not feel mother.
She was alone, the mission was forfeit, she was alive again, here, on Earth, alive, alive, robbed of her one chance at eternal slumber, denied her peace, subject to the world and its filth-- with nothing to distract her anymore.
Rita glared, letting out a burst of air between her clenched teeth. A nearby window shuddered and cracked.
She remembered...it had been her anger which had been her downfall. The death of Rainheart had spurred her to attack Rion in vengeance instead of as a part of the mission. And in her rage and carelessness, she had lost control of her power...it had cost her the battle, and her life. Not that she had ever put much value in her life.
Let me die...please just let me die...
As soon as the burning rage had surfaced, it withered away. Fatigue shown in Rita's once livid eyes, and her shoulders sagged slightly as she bowed her head. Even the sun chose to hide behind the clouds at that moment, and the breeze kicked up again.
Rita started walking.
With no mother to guide her by mission, no brothers to share the task, and subsequently no will to live...Rita went in search of either death, or at least an answer as to WHY she was alive again. And with each step, her anger at the very thought of being alive increased once more.
Content: Rita is alive again, and could not be angrier.
Location: Outside of the Fashion Institute of Technology
Time of day: Good Morning
Warnings: Violence and/or swearing will most likely ensue.
Why am I alive.
While Rita had been thrashing against the floor in violent, seizure-ridden death throes, she hadn't had time to consider what the other side would be like- or if there was even another side at all. Before the incident which ended in her death, however, she'd had lots of time to ponder those sorts of things.
It was too cold to be heaven- the slightest breeze sent painful prickles along her skin. It was too warm to be hell- her bright red hair was absorbing the sunshine from above. Not even purgatory would yield this much...sensation.
WHY am I aLIVE
Eternal darkness would have been more welcome. ANYTHING but life on Earth again. Anything but this...
Rita drew in a shallow breath, squinting as she surveyed the buildings around her. This wasn't Michelangelo City...she knew it well enough to realize this. Sunlight blazed off of glass and snow, and not a sound could be heard anywhere aside from the occasional breeze through the streets.
Something was wrong.
Rita closed her eyes, opening her psychic third eye as she had done many times before. As she breathed in, she realized that she could not feel mother.
She was alone, the mission was forfeit, she was alive again, here, on Earth, alive, alive, robbed of her one chance at eternal slumber, denied her peace, subject to the world and its filth-- with nothing to distract her anymore.
Rita glared, letting out a burst of air between her clenched teeth. A nearby window shuddered and cracked.
She remembered...it had been her anger which had been her downfall. The death of Rainheart had spurred her to attack Rion in vengeance instead of as a part of the mission. And in her rage and carelessness, she had lost control of her power...it had cost her the battle, and her life. Not that she had ever put much value in her life.
Let me die...please just let me die...
As soon as the burning rage had surfaced, it withered away. Fatigue shown in Rita's once livid eyes, and her shoulders sagged slightly as she bowed her head. Even the sun chose to hide behind the clouds at that moment, and the breeze kicked up again.
Rita started walking.
With no mother to guide her by mission, no brothers to share the task, and subsequently no will to live...Rita went in search of either death, or at least an answer as to WHY she was alive again. And with each step, her anger at the very thought of being alive increased once more.