Its All Fun and Games... [Closed]
Character(s): Ahime, Toyota, Silence
Content: Ahime finally loses it
Setting: Hospital, patient room on the fifth floor
Warnings: Would you like some swears with your emofest?
Crashes, slams, sharp cracks and the distinct tinkling sounds of things of glass shattering rang through the entire fifth floor of the hospital, punctuated about every other sound with a near-primal shriek of rage from the athletic, armor-clad blonde as she cursed, swore, and raged.
"FUCKING JUDAS!"
CRASH!
"FUCKING DARKNESS!"
SLAM!
"FUCKING ATLANTIS!"
CRUNCH!
"FUCKING EVERYTHING!"
Ahime's arm swung in an arc, but stopped short, the heavy object intended for the last intact window dropping to the ground as she swayed, body hunched and shoulders beginning to tremble. Blood stained near her whole hand at that point, the tiny lacerations tearing with each motion. Ignoring them still, she pressed her palm to the side of her face, streaking red through the clear tears, down her cheek and in to her hair. A wretched sob tore from her like thorns being yanked from her throat, tears pouring from her cobalt eyes as she stumbled back, hitting a wall to slide down it when tremors reached her knees and rendered them too weak to support her. Limp, slumped like a rag doll with her head hanging slightly to the side, a mass of blonde covering her stained, dirty features, she couldn't even bring herself to scream anymore. Only tears, hiccups and pained chokes indicated just what a mental mess she had become.
Gone was the composed warrior who'd once faced true evil and not even flinched, replaced by what she really had been inside all along - a scared, lost teenage girl who'd seen her own death and the literal end of her own world, only to be revived and tossed in to an unknown one, with no familiar faces, and the knowledge that she could never return home.
Draca had claimed that she had made the mistake in her last moments before all contact was finally severed, but Ahime knew the sickening, horrible truth - they had ALL failed.
And she was the only one left to take the burden of the guilt...
Content: Ahime finally loses it
Setting: Hospital, patient room on the fifth floor
Warnings: Would you like some swears with your emofest?
Crashes, slams, sharp cracks and the distinct tinkling sounds of things of glass shattering rang through the entire fifth floor of the hospital, punctuated about every other sound with a near-primal shriek of rage from the athletic, armor-clad blonde as she cursed, swore, and raged.
"FUCKING JUDAS!"
CRASH!
"FUCKING DARKNESS!"
SLAM!
"FUCKING ATLANTIS!"
CRUNCH!
"FUCKING EVERYTHING!"
Ahime's arm swung in an arc, but stopped short, the heavy object intended for the last intact window dropping to the ground as she swayed, body hunched and shoulders beginning to tremble. Blood stained near her whole hand at that point, the tiny lacerations tearing with each motion. Ignoring them still, she pressed her palm to the side of her face, streaking red through the clear tears, down her cheek and in to her hair. A wretched sob tore from her like thorns being yanked from her throat, tears pouring from her cobalt eyes as she stumbled back, hitting a wall to slide down it when tremors reached her knees and rendered them too weak to support her. Limp, slumped like a rag doll with her head hanging slightly to the side, a mass of blonde covering her stained, dirty features, she couldn't even bring herself to scream anymore. Only tears, hiccups and pained chokes indicated just what a mental mess she had become.
Gone was the composed warrior who'd once faced true evil and not even flinched, replaced by what she really had been inside all along - a scared, lost teenage girl who'd seen her own death and the literal end of her own world, only to be revived and tossed in to an unknown one, with no familiar faces, and the knowledge that she could never return home.
Draca had claimed that she had made the mistake in her last moments before all contact was finally severed, but Ahime knew the sickening, horrible truth - they had ALL failed.
And she was the only one left to take the burden of the guilt...