Foolish Games [Closed]
Character(s): Ahime (out), Ares, Connie, Adobe, Sam
Content: Ahime goes searching for the others
Setting: Hospital
Warnings: Moar angst?
A giggle. A laugh. A soft sigh of contentment. The crackle of plastic wrapping opening, the sweet scent of chocolate in the air. In the background, a cheesy movie.
Warmth. A lap. Fingers through her hair. A caring smile.
"I always love spending time with you, Ahime. You're so much fun."
"You're just saying that, you suck up."
A chuckle.
"Well flattery truly is the way to a girl's heart, isn't it?"
"Justin..."
"Yeah?"
"Would you care about me if you didn't know anything about me being Tigra?"
"... why would you even ask something like that? Of course I would. Being Tigra doesn't make you who you are. You're Ahime. That's who I care about..."
A damp spot on the pillow greeted Ahime as she woke with the slightest of starts, eyes opening suddenly in to the red glare of 'morning'. Sniffling, rubbing the back of her hand against her eyes, she took a moment to glance around and pointedly shove the all to real memory that invaded her dreams to the back of her mind.
Katsu and Kelly were still asleep, Eevee at the foot of her bed where she'd also dozed off. Toy was no where to be found. Neither was Silence.
And the hospital was unnervingly quiet for how many people were supposed to be in it.
A bit achey, she rose, getting Eevee's attention after a sleeply little yawn left the creature. She hopped off the bed on to Ahime's shoulder, making a soft noise of curiosity and worry at her.
"Yeah, you can come with me," she whispered to her, not wanting to wake the rest of the room.
Wandering down the hall, Ahime tried the records room first, but found it in the same condition as the day before. A few more rooms were checked until eventually she wound up at the first floor lobby where the monster had trashed so much.
Some of the mess had been cleaned up, and what looked like the beginning of a repair project started. It was left completely unfinished, though.
And Toy's backpack was propped up in a corner, left behind and untouched. Silence's journal was also there, on the floor amongst smaller flecks of glass that hadn't been swept up yet.
Ahime's heart fell, and she stooped to lift the cold object in to her hand, seeing the screen off. Her eyes closed, a breath leaving her as she pressed it to her chest. Where ever they were now, it wasn't in the hospital anymore, and they had gone without even so much as a by-your-leave to the others.
Simply vanished, as if they had been little more than figments of Ahime's imagination.
"Oh, Toy..."
Content: Ahime goes searching for the others
Setting: Hospital
Warnings: Moar angst?
A giggle. A laugh. A soft sigh of contentment. The crackle of plastic wrapping opening, the sweet scent of chocolate in the air. In the background, a cheesy movie.
Warmth. A lap. Fingers through her hair. A caring smile.
"I always love spending time with you, Ahime. You're so much fun."
"You're just saying that, you suck up."
A chuckle.
"Well flattery truly is the way to a girl's heart, isn't it?"
"Justin..."
"Yeah?"
"Would you care about me if you didn't know anything about me being Tigra?"
"... why would you even ask something like that? Of course I would. Being Tigra doesn't make you who you are. You're Ahime. That's who I care about..."
A damp spot on the pillow greeted Ahime as she woke with the slightest of starts, eyes opening suddenly in to the red glare of 'morning'. Sniffling, rubbing the back of her hand against her eyes, she took a moment to glance around and pointedly shove the all to real memory that invaded her dreams to the back of her mind.
Katsu and Kelly were still asleep, Eevee at the foot of her bed where she'd also dozed off. Toy was no where to be found. Neither was Silence.
And the hospital was unnervingly quiet for how many people were supposed to be in it.
A bit achey, she rose, getting Eevee's attention after a sleeply little yawn left the creature. She hopped off the bed on to Ahime's shoulder, making a soft noise of curiosity and worry at her.
"Yeah, you can come with me," she whispered to her, not wanting to wake the rest of the room.
Wandering down the hall, Ahime tried the records room first, but found it in the same condition as the day before. A few more rooms were checked until eventually she wound up at the first floor lobby where the monster had trashed so much.
Some of the mess had been cleaned up, and what looked like the beginning of a repair project started. It was left completely unfinished, though.
And Toy's backpack was propped up in a corner, left behind and untouched. Silence's journal was also there, on the floor amongst smaller flecks of glass that hadn't been swept up yet.
Ahime's heart fell, and she stooped to lift the cold object in to her hand, seeing the screen off. Her eyes closed, a breath leaving her as she pressed it to her chest. Where ever they were now, it wasn't in the hospital anymore, and they had gone without even so much as a by-your-leave to the others.
Simply vanished, as if they had been little more than figments of Ahime's imagination.
"Oh, Toy..."