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Her eyes blinked open. Slowly at first, and a hand raised itself to rub the sleep sand from the corners of her eyes before she sat bolt upright. Alert and wide awake now with the odd sense of an impending danger - was this another trick of the prison? Another trial in the punishment games perhaps - it took Minatsuki all of three seconds to recognize that this was not like any room she'd ever seen in Deadman Wonderland, not even in the G-Sector.
This realization caused a slight moment of panic to wash over her being, shadowed by the loud, long and high pitched bemused laugh that tore itself from her throat. Slipping from the bed she'd awoken on - it was comfortable, but she was not stupid; she knew what happened in bright red, heart shaped beds - and grabbed the first thing she could find. It was a lamp with a pair of silver handcuffs looped around the thin base, and the delicate frame of the light and the bulb shattered when it made contact with the door.
"You've got some sick fucking sense of humor, you know that!?" she screamed. And while it was slightly obvious that this wasn't her prison cell anymore, there was no way she'd quite admit that, or cry about that just yet.
Her eyes blinked open. Slowly at first, and a hand raised itself to rub the sleep sand from the corners of her eyes before she sat bolt upright. Alert and wide awake now with the odd sense of an impending danger - was this another trick of the prison? Another trial in the punishment games perhaps - it took Minatsuki all of three seconds to recognize that this was not like any room she'd ever seen in Deadman Wonderland, not even in the G-Sector.
This realization caused a slight moment of panic to wash over her being, shadowed by the loud, long and high pitched bemused laugh that tore itself from her throat. Slipping from the bed she'd awoken on - it was comfortable, but she was not stupid; she knew what happened in bright red, heart shaped beds - and grabbed the first thing she could find. It was a lamp with a pair of silver handcuffs looped around the thin base, and the delicate frame of the light and the bulb shattered when it made contact with the door.
"You've got some sick fucking sense of humor, you know that!?" she screamed. And while it was slightly obvious that this wasn't her prison cell anymore, there was no way she'd quite admit that, or cry about that just yet.