Swallowed into Space [Active / Open]
Characters: Orihime, open to anyone (resident or guest) located at 225 W 57th!
Content: All the Healers suddenly vanish! Here's another.
Location: 225 W 57th
Time of day: One hour after Tagruato's post
Warnings: Angst, anger, sudden disappearance
Orihime paced back and forth in the confines of the apartment. Waiting, and not being able to do anything to help or protect people, not being able to stop the people who referred to all of her friends as expendable possesions was the worst kind of torture.
And that warning. Say goodbye to their loved ones? Her eyes darted around the apartment, taking in her friends, the various possessions and pastimes scattered around the room that had kept them occupied while keeping an eye on her. There was never any doubt that she loved them, and just as little doubt as to whether she was capable of saying goodbye. She couldn't, wouldn't, give in, give them up.
She settled onto the couch, trying to force a calm and reassuring smile at the others, not even noticing as her fists clenched tightly on the fabric of her skirt. "We're going to be alright," she declared determinedly, pausing and adding much more quietly, "No goodbyes."
((OOC: She'll be disappearing in a tag or two, so if you want anything responded to by her, or have any final short plot scenarios, now's the time to post or poke me.))
Content: All the Healers suddenly vanish! Here's another.
Location: 225 W 57th
Time of day: One hour after Tagruato's post
Warnings: Angst, anger, sudden disappearance
Orihime paced back and forth in the confines of the apartment. Waiting, and not being able to do anything to help or protect people, not being able to stop the people who referred to all of her friends as expendable possesions was the worst kind of torture.
And that warning. Say goodbye to their loved ones? Her eyes darted around the apartment, taking in her friends, the various possessions and pastimes scattered around the room that had kept them occupied while keeping an eye on her. There was never any doubt that she loved them, and just as little doubt as to whether she was capable of saying goodbye. She couldn't, wouldn't, give in, give them up.
She settled onto the couch, trying to force a calm and reassuring smile at the others, not even noticing as her fists clenched tightly on the fabric of her skirt. "We're going to be alright," she declared determinedly, pausing and adding much more quietly, "No goodbyes."
((OOC: She'll be disappearing in a tag or two, so if you want anything responded to by her, or have any final short plot scenarios, now's the time to post or poke me.))