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smash_logs2014-05-22 08:58 pm
thereyouare) wrote in smash_logs2014-05-22 08:58 pm
Turrets Have Nightmares, too.
Who: Ishimaru, Mondo, and Vivian
What: Nightmares and Misunderstandings
Where: BE-08
When: May 22, middle of the night
Vivian would never describe gunfire as a popping sound, as she's heard before. It was like a pulse to her, a beat drumming from her fingertips, bursting into flames and life before engulfing the existence of another in mere seconds. It cradled its own sense of being, a life no one wanted or asked for and yet could not be ignored.
It followed her everywhere she went. No escape, no leniency. No peace.
And behind terrified eyes she saw someone like her. A ghost turning toward her as men fell at her feet, blood still falling in the wake. That child was frightened, eyes wide even in their determination. They were so sorry.
And the beat went on in her ears. A pound. A crack. And a scream.
"Ah!"
Vivian sat up with just that one yelp in her bed, fingers tearing into her sheets. No, no, she told herself, shaking her head to match the rest of her body. She pulled herself from her sheets, just her long Friendship Pony night gown and feet rushing with her from her bedroom.
Gravitating toward Taka's room was practically instinct, her need to be comforted and reassured something she could never explain. Finding the boy's room, she snuck in, the darkness taking her by surprise when she realized she had no idea which bed to turn to. Failing to let her eyes adjust, she simply went for the nearest bed, pulling up at the blankets and whispering.
"Taka," she cried desperately, voice soft despite that. She pulled herself into the bed, unable to see properly. She just had to wake him up.
What: Nightmares and Misunderstandings
Where: BE-08
When: May 22, middle of the night
Vivian would never describe gunfire as a popping sound, as she's heard before. It was like a pulse to her, a beat drumming from her fingertips, bursting into flames and life before engulfing the existence of another in mere seconds. It cradled its own sense of being, a life no one wanted or asked for and yet could not be ignored.
It followed her everywhere she went. No escape, no leniency. No peace.
And behind terrified eyes she saw someone like her. A ghost turning toward her as men fell at her feet, blood still falling in the wake. That child was frightened, eyes wide even in their determination. They were so sorry.
And the beat went on in her ears. A pound. A crack. And a scream.
"Ah!"
Vivian sat up with just that one yelp in her bed, fingers tearing into her sheets. No, no, she told herself, shaking her head to match the rest of her body. She pulled herself from her sheets, just her long Friendship Pony night gown and feet rushing with her from her bedroom.
Gravitating toward Taka's room was practically instinct, her need to be comforted and reassured something she could never explain. Finding the boy's room, she snuck in, the darkness taking her by surprise when she realized she had no idea which bed to turn to. Failing to let her eyes adjust, she simply went for the nearest bed, pulling up at the blankets and whispering.
"Taka," she cried desperately, voice soft despite that. She pulled herself into the bed, unable to see properly. She just had to wake him up.