Log; ongoing;
When; September 12th, during the prison curse
Rating; PG13
Characters; Haruka ( kazeno_youni )and Michiru (actingelegantly )
Summary; Haruka and Michiru face their punishments in prison
Log;
Pain is the first thing to blossom into vivid brilliance as she stirs into consciousness. There's a throbbing in her head that pounds in time with the now noticeable ticking of the city, and she can feel the sting and insistent ache of many bruises and other wounds that she hasn't sorted out yet. It's only pain to her. Pain is bearable, and she's endured worse for the sake of her mission and the safety of her partner.
More concerning to her, as she takes note of her surroundings, is that she has been bound and detained in a disturbingly familiar fashion, her body pressed against a slate piece of wall, her legs tied together and her arms bound above her head. It's a crude parody, but a very efficient reminder.
And still, still it she could have borne that, found a way to escape or deal. The fact that it was so obviously a recreation of her dying day was reason in itself to see past the distasteful attempt to shake her spirit. If they were trying to punish her for that day, they could do so much worse.
But they had. And as she looked beyond the thick glass separating her from the cell beyond, she felt the world swing out from under her, and her heart, though it had stopped beating with her death, now seized at the sight that greeted her.
Haruka. With blood on her hands and in a very great deal of pain.
Rating; PG13
Characters; Haruka ( kazeno_youni )and Michiru (actingelegantly )
Summary; Haruka and Michiru face their punishments in prison
Log;
Pain is the first thing to blossom into vivid brilliance as she stirs into consciousness. There's a throbbing in her head that pounds in time with the now noticeable ticking of the city, and she can feel the sting and insistent ache of many bruises and other wounds that she hasn't sorted out yet. It's only pain to her. Pain is bearable, and she's endured worse for the sake of her mission and the safety of her partner.
More concerning to her, as she takes note of her surroundings, is that she has been bound and detained in a disturbingly familiar fashion, her body pressed against a slate piece of wall, her legs tied together and her arms bound above her head. It's a crude parody, but a very efficient reminder.
And still, still it she could have borne that, found a way to escape or deal. The fact that it was so obviously a recreation of her dying day was reason in itself to see past the distasteful attempt to shake her spirit. If they were trying to punish her for that day, they could do so much worse.
But they had. And as she looked beyond the thick glass separating her from the cell beyond, she felt the world swing out from under her, and her heart, though it had stopped beating with her death, now seized at the sight that greeted her.
Haruka. With blood on her hands and in a very great deal of pain.