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WHO: not_afailure and vfranklinmott, but open to first floor /friends
WHAT: A minor panic attack. ...Hopefully.
WHERE: Stephanie's Room, 103
WHEN: Immediately following this post.
WARNING(S): Flashbacks to nightmare fuel.
There was a full minute after seeing the post that Stephanie was sure it was just her imagination. Maybe the incident with Blonsky and Clapet had her subconscious thinking about Black Mask and that was why she was seeing him. The stress had finally gotten to her and she was starting to hallucinate. When after that minute was over the post still hadn't gone away, her stomach dropped like a stone. She stared at the communicator in abject horror, forgetting how to breathe under the weight of this new reality. The man responsible for her brutal torture was here, here where she lived, here were she worked. There was no way this could be happening. Roman Sionis couldn't be redeemed. It was some cruel joke, a nightmare. Maybe she was still asleep.
She could still feel the shackles, the blade, the power drill, the bullet ripping into her chest. Every scar that Claire had erased ached and burned. She wanted to scream. Why couldn't she scream? No, that was right, he liked it when she screamed. She began to shake, still frozen in place staring at his face on the screen. Her head started to pound. The rest of the room faded away until he was all that was left. She was there again, chained up in that basement, terrified, hurting and helpless. She knew better now, but back then it had been all her fault. Gotham was burning, people were dying, blackouts and gunfire on the streets and herself, seeing herself from outside her own body, strung up and beaten and bleeding and pathetic and it was all her fault. Orpheus was dead, the plan had failed, the gangs of Gotham would fight and destroy each other until nothing was left and it was all. Her. Fault.
Any second now he would be back, the small generator turned back on. She was going to die here if she didn't escape, she had to escape. She had to escape and warn Batman and set this right. She was going to die here.
She couldn't breathe.
WHAT: A minor panic attack. ...Hopefully.
WHERE: Stephanie's Room, 103
WHEN: Immediately following this post.
WARNING(S): Flashbacks to nightmare fuel.
There was a full minute after seeing the post that Stephanie was sure it was just her imagination. Maybe the incident with Blonsky and Clapet had her subconscious thinking about Black Mask and that was why she was seeing him. The stress had finally gotten to her and she was starting to hallucinate. When after that minute was over the post still hadn't gone away, her stomach dropped like a stone. She stared at the communicator in abject horror, forgetting how to breathe under the weight of this new reality. The man responsible for her brutal torture was here, here where she lived, here were she worked. There was no way this could be happening. Roman Sionis couldn't be redeemed. It was some cruel joke, a nightmare. Maybe she was still asleep.
She could still feel the shackles, the blade, the power drill, the bullet ripping into her chest. Every scar that Claire had erased ached and burned. She wanted to scream. Why couldn't she scream? No, that was right, he liked it when she screamed. She began to shake, still frozen in place staring at his face on the screen. Her head started to pound. The rest of the room faded away until he was all that was left. She was there again, chained up in that basement, terrified, hurting and helpless. She knew better now, but back then it had been all her fault. Gotham was burning, people were dying, blackouts and gunfire on the streets and herself, seeing herself from outside her own body, strung up and beaten and bleeding and pathetic and it was all her fault. Orpheus was dead, the plan had failed, the gangs of Gotham would fight and destroy each other until nothing was left and it was all. Her. Fault.
Any second now he would be back, the small generator turned back on. She was going to die here if she didn't escape, she had to escape. She had to escape and warn Batman and set this right. She was going to die here.
She couldn't breathe.