Yoshino Chidori [吉野 千鳥] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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towerofanimus2012-09-02 11:58 pm
floreatnoctem) wrote in towerofanimus2012-09-02 11:58 pm
Blink your eyes just once
Characters: Chidori & Whoever volunteered to rescue her and open for commentary to pretty much anyone on the dormitory floor late in the morning
Setting: The hallways on the dorm floor
Format: Starting off in prose, but either that or action brackets are both okay.
Summary: Chidori's been skimping on the suppressants lately, and the mounting stress of worrying over things has given her persona more than enough leeway to pull another attempt on her life
Warnings: Violence, language, general mental health warning as is standard with 3 out of 4 Stregakids.
She thinks she's somehow died again, at first.
The feeling of being unable to breathe is the same, in those first few instants when her body jerks awake as the oxygen stops reaching her lungs. It's only when she feels her limbs respond that she realizes that no, she hasn't died and that the situation is something else entirely, though not in the slightest bit unfamiliar. She opens her eyes to see Medea, monstrous and looming, the edges of her figure blurred by Chidori's own weakness and the darkness of her room- and it only serves to make her seem larger, more imposing. She realizes a moment later what the pressure keeping her from breathing is- one of Medea's hands is around her throat, squeezing hard enough that she'll bruise if she survives, the other pressing down on her chest, slowly expelling what little oxygen was still in her lungs.
"M-Medea..."
She raises her hands to the one wrapped around her neck, trying feebly to pry the bony fingers off, while trying to leverage herself away with her legs. The lack of air makes her struggles feeble and half-hearted, and before long, she's just scrabbling at Medea's wrist, desperate for air so that she can try and regain some form of control. Then very suddenly, the pressure is gone, and she takes in a gulp of air, rolling to her side to try and get her limbs back in working order-
-Medea is having none of it.
The door slams open and Chidori is heaved out of bed and out, against the wall opposite, dangled a good ways from the floor as both of Medea's hands take their place around her throat. She struggles again, attempting to use the wall as leverage again, using what little oxygen she still has to fight against her. But she's too weak, and Medea is larger, stronger, and has started out this fight with the upper hand. Chidori's hands drop from her wrists limply, and she stares into the glowing eyes beneath the bone helm that covers Medea's face and waits for the blackness edging her vision to overtake her.
Setting: The hallways on the dorm floor
Format: Starting off in prose, but either that or action brackets are both okay.
Summary: Chidori's been skimping on the suppressants lately, and the mounting stress of worrying over things has given her persona more than enough leeway to pull another attempt on her life
Warnings: Violence, language, general mental health warning as is standard with 3 out of 4 Stregakids.
She thinks she's somehow died again, at first.
The feeling of being unable to breathe is the same, in those first few instants when her body jerks awake as the oxygen stops reaching her lungs. It's only when she feels her limbs respond that she realizes that no, she hasn't died and that the situation is something else entirely, though not in the slightest bit unfamiliar. She opens her eyes to see Medea, monstrous and looming, the edges of her figure blurred by Chidori's own weakness and the darkness of her room- and it only serves to make her seem larger, more imposing. She realizes a moment later what the pressure keeping her from breathing is- one of Medea's hands is around her throat, squeezing hard enough that she'll bruise if she survives, the other pressing down on her chest, slowly expelling what little oxygen was still in her lungs.
"M-Medea..."
She raises her hands to the one wrapped around her neck, trying feebly to pry the bony fingers off, while trying to leverage herself away with her legs. The lack of air makes her struggles feeble and half-hearted, and before long, she's just scrabbling at Medea's wrist, desperate for air so that she can try and regain some form of control. Then very suddenly, the pressure is gone, and she takes in a gulp of air, rolling to her side to try and get her limbs back in working order-
-Medea is having none of it.
The door slams open and Chidori is heaved out of bed and out, against the wall opposite, dangled a good ways from the floor as both of Medea's hands take their place around her throat. She struggles again, attempting to use the wall as leverage again, using what little oxygen she still has to fight against her. But she's too weak, and Medea is larger, stronger, and has started out this fight with the upper hand. Chidori's hands drop from her wrists limply, and she stares into the glowing eyes beneath the bone helm that covers Medea's face and waits for the blackness edging her vision to overtake her.
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"Dave, no-!"
-but she can't do much to stop him, past the strangled shout, or to stop Medea, who casually peers over her shoulder at him and throws up a Tetrakarn spell to repel his sword. Chidori can hear her wondering how to hurt him, and recalls telling Dave to be careful around fire.
She should have perhaps specified herself, when she said it.
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He staggers back for a moment, quickly regaining perfect balance and had his sword ready in front of him again. He could go any direction, and Medea would probably block him. He just wanted her to let go of Chidori. "Put her down."
He's already running forward, ready to attack again.