Thirteenth Omochikaerii
[Audio / Action to Cathedral Members]
I hate this....I hate this...I HATE IT.
[Raising her machete over her head she smashed it into the table for the hundredth time. Glass was shattered across the floor, broken bits of plates and cups laying in jagged pieces. Anger, insanity and confusion at the emotions bubbling within her coursed through her system. Barefoot her feet were tattered from all the broken bits of glass. The entirety of the room was in ruin. The table had long since caved beneath the sharp blade of her cleaver, chairs upturned and broken. A couple of cupboard doors hung crookedly, others with holes smashed into them from where she had left her mark.
Her chest heaved as she stared at the ruin surrounding her. Her knuckles were white from the grip she held on her weapon.
Time was running out. Rena knew she didn't have much time left. Even now she could feel as the disgusting bugs inside of her twisted and turned. She trembled as she sucked in a breath. Nothing was safe. The flu, what if it wasn't just a byproduct of the city. Those people were always studying...working to create what Rena KNEW posed a threat to the inhabitants here. Never mind that no one seemed to ever believe her. She took another angry swing into the table. It was already too late.]
Oyashiro...sama....
[Mind clouded, that was the only thing running through her thoughts.]
(OOC: Italics are her thoughts.)
I hate this....I hate this...I HATE IT.
[Raising her machete over her head she smashed it into the table for the hundredth time. Glass was shattered across the floor, broken bits of plates and cups laying in jagged pieces. Anger, insanity and confusion at the emotions bubbling within her coursed through her system. Barefoot her feet were tattered from all the broken bits of glass. The entirety of the room was in ruin. The table had long since caved beneath the sharp blade of her cleaver, chairs upturned and broken. A couple of cupboard doors hung crookedly, others with holes smashed into them from where she had left her mark.
Her chest heaved as she stared at the ruin surrounding her. Her knuckles were white from the grip she held on her weapon.
Time was running out. Rena knew she didn't have much time left. Even now she could feel as the disgusting bugs inside of her twisted and turned. She trembled as she sucked in a breath. Nothing was safe. The flu, what if it wasn't just a byproduct of the city. Those people were always studying...working to create what Rena KNEW posed a threat to the inhabitants here. Never mind that no one seemed to ever believe her. She took another angry swing into the table. It was already too late.]
Oyashiro...sama....
[Mind clouded, that was the only thing running through her thoughts.]
(OOC: Italics are her thoughts.)