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WHO: Lois London
WHAT: solo log
WHERE: Manhattan
WHEN: today
WARNINGS: surprisingly no!
SUMMARY: Lois wakes up not dead on a street in Manhattan and actually feels guilt. :|
The first thing Lois noticed when she woke was that she could no longer hear. Manhattan was a city full of noise, but while she could see the people, cars, and birds, she couldn't understand a thing any of them were saying. Not that it mattered much. It was a typical New York Sunday and the majority of people did not care about a young woman wandering down Broadway, confused and disoriented. She wasn't their problem and surely a policeman or someone in authority would do something about her if she caused any trouble.
Not that it was even on Lois's mind to do so as she stumbled down the street, her equilibrium thrown for a loop when she realized she also couldn't smell anything around her either. She darted into an alleyway, needing to separate herself from the masses and try to figure out the jumble of craziness that was hitting her all at once. The last thing she remembered was Warren standing over her, and while there had been indescribable amounts of pain happening as he tore her apart, she'd almost felt a sense of peace to finally be able to die. It hadn't last, not if she was somehow here again in the same clothes she'd been wearing when...
Her thoughts trailed off and she looked down in horror at her hands, finally remembering what she'd done to deserve being eviscerated by Warren's other half. Images of Alison's falling to the ground as bullets ripped through her body replayed in her mind, followed by Ali's cold and lifeless body laying on the concrete sidewalk. Lois had always believed that killing Alison would finally make her happy, that it was the missing piece that would allow her to obtain the peace she so desperately had been seeking since gaining her powers. Or, if she was honest with herself, really since her childhood.
Instead, she was overwhelmed by the guilt that was engulfing her and seemingly ripping her apart from the inside-out. She'd seen the disbelief in Alison's eyes when she fell over. Her sister had never believed she'd have been capable of accomplishing that and it hurt to know that she'd finally destroyed whatever faith Alison somehow had still held on for her.
Lois slumped against the wall, pulling at her hair and rocking as the sea of emotions pummeled her over and over again. She'd done everything she'd ever set out to do--killed Alison and had herself killed--and nothing was better. She was at a loss for what to do next, confused as to how she was supposed to move on from what she'd become. Not for the first time, she tried using her own power against herself, but nothing happened. The black light simply fell around her body, leaving no damage, but frustrating her to no end.
Eventually she tore herself away from the wall and her thoughts and stumbled to the Bins. The lower levels were trashed, but she eventually found an empty room higher up to call her own. She fell onto the bed, hoping for a peaceful sleep, but was haunted by Alison's eyes as she tossed and turned the night away.
Lois London had no idea what her purpose in life was anymore, but even though she couldn't hear it, the city carried on, unmoved, around her, not caring about the emotional instability of one woman.
WHAT: solo log
WHERE: Manhattan
WHEN: today
WARNINGS: surprisingly no!
SUMMARY: Lois wakes up not dead on a street in Manhattan and actually feels guilt. :|
The first thing Lois noticed when she woke was that she could no longer hear. Manhattan was a city full of noise, but while she could see the people, cars, and birds, she couldn't understand a thing any of them were saying. Not that it mattered much. It was a typical New York Sunday and the majority of people did not care about a young woman wandering down Broadway, confused and disoriented. She wasn't their problem and surely a policeman or someone in authority would do something about her if she caused any trouble.
Not that it was even on Lois's mind to do so as she stumbled down the street, her equilibrium thrown for a loop when she realized she also couldn't smell anything around her either. She darted into an alleyway, needing to separate herself from the masses and try to figure out the jumble of craziness that was hitting her all at once. The last thing she remembered was Warren standing over her, and while there had been indescribable amounts of pain happening as he tore her apart, she'd almost felt a sense of peace to finally be able to die. It hadn't last, not if she was somehow here again in the same clothes she'd been wearing when...
Her thoughts trailed off and she looked down in horror at her hands, finally remembering what she'd done to deserve being eviscerated by Warren's other half. Images of Alison's falling to the ground as bullets ripped through her body replayed in her mind, followed by Ali's cold and lifeless body laying on the concrete sidewalk. Lois had always believed that killing Alison would finally make her happy, that it was the missing piece that would allow her to obtain the peace she so desperately had been seeking since gaining her powers. Or, if she was honest with herself, really since her childhood.
Instead, she was overwhelmed by the guilt that was engulfing her and seemingly ripping her apart from the inside-out. She'd seen the disbelief in Alison's eyes when she fell over. Her sister had never believed she'd have been capable of accomplishing that and it hurt to know that she'd finally destroyed whatever faith Alison somehow had still held on for her.
Lois slumped against the wall, pulling at her hair and rocking as the sea of emotions pummeled her over and over again. She'd done everything she'd ever set out to do--killed Alison and had herself killed--and nothing was better. She was at a loss for what to do next, confused as to how she was supposed to move on from what she'd become. Not for the first time, she tried using her own power against herself, but nothing happened. The black light simply fell around her body, leaving no damage, but frustrating her to no end.
Eventually she tore herself away from the wall and her thoughts and stumbled to the Bins. The lower levels were trashed, but she eventually found an empty room higher up to call her own. She fell onto the bed, hoping for a peaceful sleep, but was haunted by Alison's eyes as she tossed and turned the night away.
Lois London had no idea what her purpose in life was anymore, but even though she couldn't hear it, the city carried on, unmoved, around her, not caring about the emotional instability of one woman.