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towerofanimus2012-05-26 03:26 pm
savedbyasong) wrote in towerofanimus2012-05-26 03:26 pm
Entry tags:
Inevitable explosions
Characters: Shion, Reno, retrieval units and open
Setting: Infirmary, during the Orange Collar checkups then the next day in room 2-12
Format: I'll start in prose but switch if you want
Summary: - Shion finally explodes, this takes part in the infirmary during his collar check, he gets taken down by retrieval units, sort of open to anyone in the infirmary at the time.
- The next day Shion wakes up and finally breaks down; closed to Reno
- After his talk with Reno Shion goes to eat, open to all!
Warnings: Berserk Shion, death, lots of angst. Broken people, lots of sadness. Probably mentions of death and Reno's work before the tower.
[Infirmary] Days had gone on, Shion had spent all the time he could in the library or training with Reno. He had done as his roommate had told him, ate and slept when he had been forced to. A shadow wearing Shion's body unable to feel anything but numbness and muted rage.
He had nodded and made no comment when Reno had told him they had to go for their collar checkups, he walked in a daze to the infirmary. As they waited he took in the room, a hospital but one he would never trust. Ran by people much more suited for death than life.
These people who seemed to obey the tower rulers every whim. They had been the ones to hold him in that room, to kill Nezumi...
Even if it wasn't these specific people, they would do the same thing. Shion knew, if they were ordered to they would do the same thing again. They didn't care and they would hurt Nezumi without batting an eyelid. Hurt him for Shion's crimes, hurt him for Shion's mistakes.
The anger and hatred that had been kept muted by numbness surged to the surface. What if they still had him, were still hurting him. Despite Reno's words that it couldn't have been Nezumi it might have been. Shion couldn't risk it, he couldn't let this go on.
Reno was taken for his check and Shion sat alone, his thoughts churning, anger rising. These people, they had hurt Nezumi, Shion hadn't been able to do anything about it. He had been chained up, unable to reach them, unable to reach Nezumi.
He followed them into the examination room, letting them hook the bag of liquid onto his collar. The weight on the back of his collar made him pause, he pulled forward. His mind flashed back to the room, chained to the wall. Nezumi dying.
"No..." It started as a whisper, the anger rose up within him. Closing his eyes all he could see was darkness and though he tried to fight it, fight the urge to scream, to hurt them. Telling himself it was just the tube, he was not chained anymore.
Blood, Nezumi falling to the floor again. Shion let out a cry of rage and leaped at the man overseeing his collar check, his hands reaching out, to find the man's neck. One of them... responsible for hurting Nezumi.
They would pay, they would all be punished.
[Room 2-12] Sleep paralysis was always terrifying and this time Shion was trapped for an hour. Trapped unable to move, he wasn't even sure he could breathe. The darkness was suffocating and he woke up with a gasp, the events of the day before crashing down around him...
Hit him hard, he sat up slowly looking at his hands. What had he done... What had he been thinking...
[Cafeteria] Shion left the room, sensing that Reno needed to rest, needed to be alone. Shion had put a lot on him the last month, but he was going to make an effort to change that. To help his friend out as he had helped him the last few weeks. Shion knew he owed him his life, or at least his sanity.
He made his way down to the cafeteria, everything seemed clearer. The world was no longer hidden, out of reach. The numbness was gone and Shion felt everything, every emotion was sharp. His eyes were still red from crying and he was worried about his friends. About those he knew, about everyone.
More people would have arrived, they always did, a lot of the faces he passed he didn't recognise. He didn't quite smile, he still hurt too much.
But it was different, the numbness, the bubbling rage, the despair, they were gone. It was going to be... well perhaps not alright. They were still stuck here, they were still going to be hurt and killed. But... it didn't seem so bleak, he felt alive like he hadn't done since sometime in that awful week.
He felt human. He grabbed a nutrient bar, since that was all that there was to eat, and sat at a table. He ate it, even if it was simple he was hungry. He looked around nodding at the people he saw in greeting. He felt a little self conscious and he was exhausted but... He wanted to be here, to see people.
Setting: Infirmary, during the Orange Collar checkups then the next day in room 2-12
Format: I'll start in prose but switch if you want
Summary: - Shion finally explodes, this takes part in the infirmary during his collar check, he gets taken down by retrieval units, sort of open to anyone in the infirmary at the time.
- The next day Shion wakes up and finally breaks down; closed to Reno
- After his talk with Reno Shion goes to eat, open to all!
Warnings: Berserk Shion, death, lots of angst. Broken people, lots of sadness. Probably mentions of death and Reno's work before the tower.
[Infirmary] Days had gone on, Shion had spent all the time he could in the library or training with Reno. He had done as his roommate had told him, ate and slept when he had been forced to. A shadow wearing Shion's body unable to feel anything but numbness and muted rage.
He had nodded and made no comment when Reno had told him they had to go for their collar checkups, he walked in a daze to the infirmary. As they waited he took in the room, a hospital but one he would never trust. Ran by people much more suited for death than life.
These people who seemed to obey the tower rulers every whim. They had been the ones to hold him in that room, to kill Nezumi...
Even if it wasn't these specific people, they would do the same thing. Shion knew, if they were ordered to they would do the same thing again. They didn't care and they would hurt Nezumi without batting an eyelid. Hurt him for Shion's crimes, hurt him for Shion's mistakes.
The anger and hatred that had been kept muted by numbness surged to the surface. What if they still had him, were still hurting him. Despite Reno's words that it couldn't have been Nezumi it might have been. Shion couldn't risk it, he couldn't let this go on.
Reno was taken for his check and Shion sat alone, his thoughts churning, anger rising. These people, they had hurt Nezumi, Shion hadn't been able to do anything about it. He had been chained up, unable to reach them, unable to reach Nezumi.
He followed them into the examination room, letting them hook the bag of liquid onto his collar. The weight on the back of his collar made him pause, he pulled forward. His mind flashed back to the room, chained to the wall. Nezumi dying.
"No..." It started as a whisper, the anger rose up within him. Closing his eyes all he could see was darkness and though he tried to fight it, fight the urge to scream, to hurt them. Telling himself it was just the tube, he was not chained anymore.
Blood, Nezumi falling to the floor again. Shion let out a cry of rage and leaped at the man overseeing his collar check, his hands reaching out, to find the man's neck. One of them... responsible for hurting Nezumi.
They would pay, they would all be punished.
[Room 2-12] Sleep paralysis was always terrifying and this time Shion was trapped for an hour. Trapped unable to move, he wasn't even sure he could breathe. The darkness was suffocating and he woke up with a gasp, the events of the day before crashing down around him...
Hit him hard, he sat up slowly looking at his hands. What had he done... What had he been thinking...
[Cafeteria] Shion left the room, sensing that Reno needed to rest, needed to be alone. Shion had put a lot on him the last month, but he was going to make an effort to change that. To help his friend out as he had helped him the last few weeks. Shion knew he owed him his life, or at least his sanity.
He made his way down to the cafeteria, everything seemed clearer. The world was no longer hidden, out of reach. The numbness was gone and Shion felt everything, every emotion was sharp. His eyes were still red from crying and he was worried about his friends. About those he knew, about everyone.
More people would have arrived, they always did, a lot of the faces he passed he didn't recognise. He didn't quite smile, he still hurt too much.
But it was different, the numbness, the bubbling rage, the despair, they were gone. It was going to be... well perhaps not alright. They were still stuck here, they were still going to be hurt and killed. But... it didn't seem so bleak, he felt alive like he hadn't done since sometime in that awful week.
He felt human. He grabbed a nutrient bar, since that was all that there was to eat, and sat at a table. He ate it, even if it was simple he was hungry. He looked around nodding at the people he saw in greeting. He felt a little self conscious and he was exhausted but... He wanted to be here, to see people.
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"I missed you!" He didn't have many friends here and the fact that he had ignored any of them, hadn't even known if they were still here, it made him feel guilty and he wanted to do something to make up for it. "I'm sorry Equius."
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"...How is it?" he asked. "I can... go back in and see if there's something tht can go on it, but..." He glanced back towards the kitchens. It was unlikely.
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"It's delicious," he forced himself to slow down a little, since eating the whole bowl so quickly after having barely eaten anything for weeks was not a good idea. "Much better than those bars."
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He sighed quietly and nodded. "That's true. I've had worse, and it's edible if it's that or dying of starvation, but..." Equius drifted off almost without noticing, and quickly scrambled for a way to at least finish the sentence. He's been doing a pretty abysmal job of 'speaking strongly', but hey, it's an attempt. "...I can only hope that we'll get real food again after this month is over."
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Something else he had failed to keep in mind this past month... "I hope so too, though at least they don't seem to wish to starve us..." He searched for something else to say, he hadn't spoke much lately either and his throat was sore with the effort. "What... Has anything... What have you been doing? Since..."
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Great, they can be awkward turtles together. "...They need us alive," he noted, though this was probably obvious. "For their... experiments." It was quite a battle to finish the sentence. "...Um, I... nothing really." This was not a lie. He hadn't been doing anything but what he'd normally been doing, either messing around in the workshop floor or wandering (now that the kitchen was totally out of commission). There was always the issue with the True Equius, but that wasn't exactly the kind of thing you spoke freely about, even if it was with someone you... supposed you could trust.
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Shion looked at him in concern, "Nothing at all?" Had he been well? Had something happened? Had he been injured? Shion tended to take things a little too literally at times and a few weeks of doing nothing sounded like... well like what he had been doing.
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"...Nothing." He hadn't taken any real damage recently, besides the average chips and scratches you get just from living in this damned tower. He's been... attempting to sort out the rest of it, but was nowhere near the point where he could share his thoughts out loud.
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He hoped. He went back to worrying about Equius, "Nothing at all? I haven't seen you for a while..."
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"Have you been alone?"
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"You need to eat too..."
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The guilt at having abandoned his friends rose up again but he kept it down, focused on finding out what was wrong so he could help.
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"You can tell me Equius, what's wrong?"
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"...I've just been... acting strange lately," he said, quietly. It was deeply upsetting to have to resort to telling other people of his own problems like this; as if saying them out loud made them important, but they're not important because he's not important. At the same time, though, he became aware that he shouldn't even have let his tongue slip; a fine example of what he was talking about in the first place.
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