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towerofanimus2012-09-12 06:02 am
moralitypet) wrote in towerofanimus2012-09-12 06:02 am
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☙Room 02-19❧
[ When morning comes, there has been a new addition to the room. In fact, the large wheelchair stored next to one of the beds might be more noticeable than the frail girl laying within the sheets. While she is dressed in the white vestments forced on everyone else upon arrival, there's color splashed along her hands. Stirring awake, with widened eyes, she notices the blood covering her hands right away. Shrieking, she holds them out as far away from her body as possible as her thoughts quickly dawn on her. Just moments ago (or so it felt like) she was holding the bleeding corpse of her older brother while the rest of the country joyously chanted for their freedom around the pair. Within moments she's struggling to drag her legs around as she wearily digs through everything around her. The white clothing was frightening and only made her lithe form look sickly, although the color draining from her face may add to that belief.
Upon discovering the letter, she'll shake her head as she mutters how untrue it is for a minute or two before it all sinks in. Judging from the world she "left behind", one where F.L.E.I.J.A. was becoming a common enough weapon in battle, the idea doesn't surprise her. Just what all had happened since the death of Lelouch vi Britannia? Just where did she fail to help out? Placing the first letter down gently, she'll catch up on her reading with the second one. ]
A network? [ It makes sense to her really as she looks towards her wheelchair nearby. If she can get to a terminal, then she can issue a formal apology to any other survivors of the incident and possibly get the answers she needs. ]
☙Dormitories❧
[ In an attempt to familiarize herself (and perhaps find someone), Nunnally will be moving between the floors via the elevator while in her electric wheelchair. She does have a bit of trouble adjusting to areas that are brighter than the rest of the tower, shielding her eyes with an arm. She's still dressed in the white suit though, but at least her hands are bare of the blood they bore when she first woke up. Having found herself uncomfortable with the 'skin tight' part, she's settled for having a blanket draped over her legs, just a couple inches away from the floor. Despite everything though, she'll put on a tiny smile the moment she encounters another being. ]
Hello there. [ Waving a hand as a greeting. ] Do you take residence on this floor or are you visiting a friend?
[ When morning comes, there has been a new addition to the room. In fact, the large wheelchair stored next to one of the beds might be more noticeable than the frail girl laying within the sheets. While she is dressed in the white vestments forced on everyone else upon arrival, there's color splashed along her hands. Stirring awake, with widened eyes, she notices the blood covering her hands right away. Shrieking, she holds them out as far away from her body as possible as her thoughts quickly dawn on her. Just moments ago (or so it felt like) she was holding the bleeding corpse of her older brother while the rest of the country joyously chanted for their freedom around the pair. Within moments she's struggling to drag her legs around as she wearily digs through everything around her. The white clothing was frightening and only made her lithe form look sickly, although the color draining from her face may add to that belief.
Upon discovering the letter, she'll shake her head as she mutters how untrue it is for a minute or two before it all sinks in. Judging from the world she "left behind", one where F.L.E.I.J.A. was becoming a common enough weapon in battle, the idea doesn't surprise her. Just what all had happened since the death of Lelouch vi Britannia? Just where did she fail to help out? Placing the first letter down gently, she'll catch up on her reading with the second one. ]
A network? [ It makes sense to her really as she looks towards her wheelchair nearby. If she can get to a terminal, then she can issue a formal apology to any other survivors of the incident and possibly get the answers she needs. ]
☙Dormitories❧
[ In an attempt to familiarize herself (and perhaps find someone), Nunnally will be moving between the floors via the elevator while in her electric wheelchair. She does have a bit of trouble adjusting to areas that are brighter than the rest of the tower, shielding her eyes with an arm. She's still dressed in the white suit though, but at least her hands are bare of the blood they bore when she first woke up. Having found herself uncomfortable with the 'skin tight' part, she's settled for having a blanket draped over her legs, just a couple inches away from the floor. Despite everything though, she'll put on a tiny smile the moment she encounters another being. ]
Hello there. [ Waving a hand as a greeting. ] Do you take residence on this floor or are you visiting a friend?
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Trolls... [ She's trying to picture one in her head. ] I didn't take trolls as the kind to be so well versed in the subject. You sound as though you know a bit about it though, so...
[ If she can't tease Lelouch, there's only one option left: ] What kind of love do you have for me?
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Then he blushed, Nunnally why are you doing this] I... Well... [Did this mean she didn't hate him?] I guess... the love you would have for a little sister [He'd never had one, and he is only guessing, after all what is knowing about having family.]
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[ Her mood sinks with that though. It's been well over a year since they were able to be happy together, hadn't it? ]
I shouldn't have teased you like that. Sorry about that.
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He was happy to see her smile, though his mood sank similarly, it was over two years for him since they had been together and smiling.
A long time since Suzaku had smiled even.] There is no need to apologise.
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I know things are going to be uncomfortable for a while, but I sincerely hope that we'll be able to overcome these hurdles. [ That maybe he could someday forgive her too. ] I won't push for it if you wish to be left on your own for a while.
I have kind roommates who are willing to provide aid to me if I need it.
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Come on, just as though we were back home. [ A giggle. ] Or would you feel better if I closed my eyes?
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[ She really is, complete with a bright smile and the reluctance to let go of his pinky. ]
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