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Characters: suchselfishness, karmafree
Location: Death City Heights 6, 3B
Rating: PG
Time: September 8, Afternoon
Description: Rhode discovers the disappearance of the last of her Family, and starts to realize just how permanent her stay in Death City will truly be.
The third time she opened the door to an empty room, neat and clean and void of any signs of life, Rhode felt nothing.
She wondered, vaguely, if things were finally returning to normal for her; the absence of emotion, staring at something that should have hurt to look at and feeling nothing at all. Human emotions were weaknesses, after all, and without them she was stronger. But she couldn't even truly feel her body, really...
Somehow, she found herself standing outside their apartment in Death City Heights. She didn't remember walking, but the dirt was coating her lovely boots, and her hair and shoulders were still hot from the blazing sun.
Couldn't stop out here. Who knew who would come barging by, try to talk to her or bother her, when she just wanted a moment to think or breathe or--
It took her several minutes of weak fumbling to get the door open. Her hands wouldn't work the way she wanted them to, shaking, stupid-- But then she was inside, walking and almost stumbling before she made it to the couch.
He was gone. The last of them, and once again--
She was alone.
She was aware of Mukuro's presence, somehow there as he always managed to be. But he couldn't fix this, and she could barely muster the energy to get onto the sofa instead of just sitting on the floor. Curling up on the cushions, she felt the imaginary strings that had supported her so far release their hold.
No Family. Alone. They were all home, without her, and she was still trapped here.
Closing her eyes, bringing her arms tight to hug her chest, Rhode let the numb weight of her shock wash over her. If she could stay like this, with nothing to hear but the pounding of her pulse in her ears, nothing to feel but nothing, perhaps she could simply fade away, slowly disappearing into the sofa until she didn't have to think about her Family or her own loneliness ever again.
Wouldn't that be best, after all-- to be nothing, when one had nothing, for living or dying for, in a place where nothing was the way it should be?
Location: Death City Heights 6, 3B
Rating: PG
Time: September 8, Afternoon
Description: Rhode discovers the disappearance of the last of her Family, and starts to realize just how permanent her stay in Death City will truly be.
The third time she opened the door to an empty room, neat and clean and void of any signs of life, Rhode felt nothing.
She wondered, vaguely, if things were finally returning to normal for her; the absence of emotion, staring at something that should have hurt to look at and feeling nothing at all. Human emotions were weaknesses, after all, and without them she was stronger. But she couldn't even truly feel her body, really...
Somehow, she found herself standing outside their apartment in Death City Heights. She didn't remember walking, but the dirt was coating her lovely boots, and her hair and shoulders were still hot from the blazing sun.
Couldn't stop out here. Who knew who would come barging by, try to talk to her or bother her, when she just wanted a moment to think or breathe or--
It took her several minutes of weak fumbling to get the door open. Her hands wouldn't work the way she wanted them to, shaking, stupid-- But then she was inside, walking and almost stumbling before she made it to the couch.
He was gone. The last of them, and once again--
She was alone.
She was aware of Mukuro's presence, somehow there as he always managed to be. But he couldn't fix this, and she could barely muster the energy to get onto the sofa instead of just sitting on the floor. Curling up on the cushions, she felt the imaginary strings that had supported her so far release their hold.
No Family. Alone. They were all home, without her, and she was still trapped here.
Closing her eyes, bringing her arms tight to hug her chest, Rhode let the numb weight of her shock wash over her. If she could stay like this, with nothing to hear but the pounding of her pulse in her ears, nothing to feel but nothing, perhaps she could simply fade away, slowly disappearing into the sofa until she didn't have to think about her Family or her own loneliness ever again.
Wouldn't that be best, after all-- to be nothing, when one had nothing, for living or dying for, in a place where nothing was the way it should be?