They'd taken her to a new room at dinner. Her roommate wasn't there. Instead, there was an unfamiliar figure wrapped in blankets, seemingly dead to the world
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If the silence across the intercom was supposed to be unnerving, then it soundly failed in its mission when it came to Lightning. She was used to being watched, scrutinized by an entire world who wanted nothing more than to see her... not just no longer breathing, but probably torn apart as well to ensure the state stuck. A pause of eerie nothing, followed by static and a would-be ominous message, was nothing compared to being rounded up and having one of the best military leaders in the world try everything in an attempt to murder you in front of a live broadcast.
Her expression was set as she quickly finished dressing and preparing. As tempted as she was to alter one of the pairs of pants into a form of rough-edged shorts, she wasn't stupid- it was cold, for one, and for another, she definitely hadn't forgotten the monsters she'd run into her second night... and what getting their blood on her skin had resulted in. No, she'd just have to make do with the pants from the grey uniform, tucked into the tops of her boots and strung as tight as possible around her waist.
After some internal debate, she decided to bring the leather jacket with her too- as much as she hated how restrictive the thing was, she wasn't interested in freezing to death, and the coat left over from the hospital facade only seemed worse. It wouldn't tie around her waist very securely, though, so she looped the belt from the cadet uniform through the sleeves and fastened it in place like that. Done.
She shook her hair out, running a gloved hand down her front and then, just because, undid one more button at the bottom of her dress shirt. True, she was probably quite a sight no matter what she did, but in her opinion? It was better than the alternative; the get-up wasn't perfect, but it would have to do.
Taking hold of her lighting device, gripped like a weapon like always, she headed out the door and down the hall.
Her expression was set as she quickly finished dressing and preparing. As tempted as she was to alter one of the pairs of pants into a form of rough-edged shorts, she wasn't stupid- it was cold, for one, and for another, she definitely hadn't forgotten the monsters she'd run into her second night... and what getting their blood on her skin had resulted in. No, she'd just have to make do with the pants from the grey uniform, tucked into the tops of her boots and strung as tight as possible around her waist.
After some internal debate, she decided to bring the leather jacket with her too- as much as she hated how restrictive the thing was, she wasn't interested in freezing to death, and the coat left over from the hospital facade only seemed worse. It wouldn't tie around her waist very securely, though, so she looped the belt from the cadet uniform through the sleeves and fastened it in place like that. Done.
She shook her hair out, running a gloved hand down her front and then, just because, undid one more button at the bottom of her dress shirt. True, she was probably quite a sight no matter what she did, but in her opinion? It was better than the alternative; the get-up wasn't perfect, but it would have to do.
Taking hold of her lighting device, gripped like a weapon like always, she headed out the door and down the hall.
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