I want to see you suffering [Active/Open(?)]
Characters: Sekai and Quatre
Setting: Attic's traumaz room
Time: lol backlog Night 013
Summary: Sekai has a trauma, Quatre witnesses it?
Warnings: Reflection on and reference to murder, uh. Also Caitlin being lazy. And maybe a bit of melodrama.
It'd been something of a fight to get up to the attic - but it was probably pretty worth it. Her makeshift crutches, fastened of only broken chairs and curtain rods, along with the lingering pains in her leg, sides, back, etcetera made it an uphill battle... but the water had been continuing to rise for so long, and she was far from trusting anything this house had to offer... and it had only been the previous night when she had faced the horrors in the house's other body of water. So she took pains - literally - to avoid it.
Sekai paused for a few long minutes after she'd finally made it to the attic, leaning heavily on her crutches and wincing slightly as she breathed hard through her mouth, trying to recover. But while she did that... she was given the opportunity to take a nice long look around the room - one she'd only been in once or twice before - actually, the only time she could think of was right before running into Makoto. She winced again at the thought, and shook it off as she finished looking around.
There was... a new set of stairs. One she'd never seen before. Curiosity seized her.
The teen straightened up a little, leaning heavily on the crutches before she began to make her way to the stairs, peering down them with an intense scrutiny. Down there was... she couldn't tell. It was black - impossible to see. But the feeling of wanting to know was still there... even if she knew she should be smart and avoid it, just as she was avoiding the water.
Curiosity killed the cat, though, and a scene began to play.
It was beautiful, and she'd begun to slowly walk through it, admiring everything before she eventually came to a sudden, violent halt in the middle of it as she saw the blood, the bodies ohgod and the horror strewn across the stage. Sudden, violent flashbacks, and her stepping back, mind racing and trying to figure out just what might have caused this, why there was something so horrible here again, if it was safer out among those horrible ethereal dancers, if maybe...
A look of slow, drawn out shock and fear stretched across her face as she watched these familiar flashes of memories. The theatre, the bodies scattered across the stage. At first it was just disgusting and frightful, re-seeing the bloody mess. But it got worse - the fear turned into horror as it dawned on her what she was seeing.
"...M-Makoto," she mumbled, "It's just you."
"N-no..." the present Sekai choked the monosyllable protest out, becoming petrified by the view. She should leave. She should leave. She should turn around and go. She should fight back up the stairs. She should leave. The scene kept playing and Sekai nearly vomited as she watched the whole thing play out before her. The shouting and the accusations, the tension. As it escalated, so did her protesting: "Stop it!" she shouted at the projected memory, as if that would work somehow. She wanted it to stop or to just walk away, but neither was working. She had to re-watch a murder.
Sekai hardly realised what was happening for the first few seconds. There was a jarring sensation in her arms as she met the resistance, but the momentum of her movement forced her to keep going...
... the corpse...
Sekai let out another anguished shout, curling in slightly despite the pain. It was ending finally, but far too late.
Setting: Attic's traumaz room
Time: lol backlog Night 013
Summary: Sekai has a trauma, Quatre witnesses it?
Warnings: Reflection on and reference to murder, uh. Also Caitlin being lazy. And maybe a bit of melodrama.
It'd been something of a fight to get up to the attic - but it was probably pretty worth it. Her makeshift crutches, fastened of only broken chairs and curtain rods, along with the lingering pains in her leg, sides, back, etcetera made it an uphill battle... but the water had been continuing to rise for so long, and she was far from trusting anything this house had to offer... and it had only been the previous night when she had faced the horrors in the house's other body of water. So she took pains - literally - to avoid it.
Sekai paused for a few long minutes after she'd finally made it to the attic, leaning heavily on her crutches and wincing slightly as she breathed hard through her mouth, trying to recover. But while she did that... she was given the opportunity to take a nice long look around the room - one she'd only been in once or twice before - actually, the only time she could think of was right before running into Makoto. She winced again at the thought, and shook it off as she finished looking around.
There was... a new set of stairs. One she'd never seen before. Curiosity seized her.
The teen straightened up a little, leaning heavily on the crutches before she began to make her way to the stairs, peering down them with an intense scrutiny. Down there was... she couldn't tell. It was black - impossible to see. But the feeling of wanting to know was still there... even if she knew she should be smart and avoid it, just as she was avoiding the water.
Curiosity killed the cat, though, and a scene began to play.
It was beautiful, and she'd begun to slowly walk through it, admiring everything before she eventually came to a sudden, violent halt in the middle of it as she saw the blood, the bodies ohgod and the horror strewn across the stage. Sudden, violent flashbacks, and her stepping back, mind racing and trying to figure out just what might have caused this, why there was something so horrible here again, if it was safer out among those horrible ethereal dancers, if maybe...
A look of slow, drawn out shock and fear stretched across her face as she watched these familiar flashes of memories. The theatre, the bodies scattered across the stage. At first it was just disgusting and frightful, re-seeing the bloody mess. But it got worse - the fear turned into horror as it dawned on her what she was seeing.
"...M-Makoto," she mumbled, "It's just you."
"N-no..." the present Sekai choked the monosyllable protest out, becoming petrified by the view. She should leave. She should leave. She should turn around and go. She should fight back up the stairs. She should leave. The scene kept playing and Sekai nearly vomited as she watched the whole thing play out before her. The shouting and the accusations, the tension. As it escalated, so did her protesting: "Stop it!" she shouted at the projected memory, as if that would work somehow. She wanted it to stop or to just walk away, but neither was working. She had to re-watch a murder.
Sekai hardly realised what was happening for the first few seconds. There was a jarring sensation in her arms as she met the resistance, but the momentum of her movement forced her to keep going...
... the corpse...
Sekai let out another anguished shout, curling in slightly despite the pain. It was ending finally, but far too late.