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damned_city2012-11-29 06:17 pm
lighthearted) wrote in damned_city2012-11-29 06:17 pm
Night 67: Night, Farwell
Who: Sora, Locke Cole, and Byrne Faraday (maybe NPCS too?)
Where: Section 4, Old Courthouse
Summary: Two more patients awake in the city of Farwell after their bloody deaths, but at least this time there's someone in the same boat to greet them.
Darkness, darkness... for so long, that was all Sora knew. He was drifting through it, as if it was part of him, carrying him along on a journey that would never actually end. He'd had moments like this many times by now, strange half-dreams, and yet this felt different somehow.
And then, all of a sudden it was gone, and Sora opened his eyes.
He gasped and sat up immediately, but instantly regretted it as he clutched at his chest, which flooded with pain. "Agh--!"
Sora slumped back down, wanting to do anything to get rid of the pain, and while laying back down abated it slightly, it wasn't really enough to let him think clearly. What was the last thing that had happened? Where was he? What was going on? He'd gotten so used to waking up each morning to the sound of the intercom, to the chiding tone of a nurse, to being neatly bandaged and cleaned. This was something else, and it took a moment to even process it.
Slowly, his vision cleared as the pain settled down into a steady throb, and he got a vague idea of the space around him. He was in a plain room with a few empty cots, but it wasn't a place he'd seen before. Was this a part of the medical wing that he'd never been to before?
As Sora carefully sat up again, he thought back to the last thing that had happened. It took him a few seconds to sort through the blur, but then it came back to him: Tsurugi had knocked him out, and that should have been the end of it. But he remembered waking up, he remembered sliding his way under the barricaded door, he remembered attacking both Tsurugi and Kratos with the intent to kill, and then--
Then it all went black. Sora frowned and pulled his shirt collar away from his chest. He made out a nasty, gaping wound there, and let out a choked gasp. What had happened to him? As he shifted in place, he realized that the pain radiated to his back. As much dread as he felt, Sora twisted his arm around to feel for his back, and found that he had a similarly nasty wound there.
"Kratos," he said, and his voice came out scratchy from disuse. "He must have..."
Sora grabbed for the closest wall and with its help he stood, giving the room a closer look. It was only then that he realized there was someone else here with him, still unconscious. It was hard to make out who it was in the dim lighting, but Sora stumbled forward, cringing in pain with each step that he took. But that wouldn't stop him.
"H-hey," he called out. "Are you okay?"
Where: Section 4, Old Courthouse
Summary: Two more patients awake in the city of Farwell after their bloody deaths, but at least this time there's someone in the same boat to greet them.
Darkness, darkness... for so long, that was all Sora knew. He was drifting through it, as if it was part of him, carrying him along on a journey that would never actually end. He'd had moments like this many times by now, strange half-dreams, and yet this felt different somehow.
And then, all of a sudden it was gone, and Sora opened his eyes.
He gasped and sat up immediately, but instantly regretted it as he clutched at his chest, which flooded with pain. "Agh--!"
Sora slumped back down, wanting to do anything to get rid of the pain, and while laying back down abated it slightly, it wasn't really enough to let him think clearly. What was the last thing that had happened? Where was he? What was going on? He'd gotten so used to waking up each morning to the sound of the intercom, to the chiding tone of a nurse, to being neatly bandaged and cleaned. This was something else, and it took a moment to even process it.
Slowly, his vision cleared as the pain settled down into a steady throb, and he got a vague idea of the space around him. He was in a plain room with a few empty cots, but it wasn't a place he'd seen before. Was this a part of the medical wing that he'd never been to before?
As Sora carefully sat up again, he thought back to the last thing that had happened. It took him a few seconds to sort through the blur, but then it came back to him: Tsurugi had knocked him out, and that should have been the end of it. But he remembered waking up, he remembered sliding his way under the barricaded door, he remembered attacking both Tsurugi and Kratos with the intent to kill, and then--
Then it all went black. Sora frowned and pulled his shirt collar away from his chest. He made out a nasty, gaping wound there, and let out a choked gasp. What had happened to him? As he shifted in place, he realized that the pain radiated to his back. As much dread as he felt, Sora twisted his arm around to feel for his back, and found that he had a similarly nasty wound there.
"Kratos," he said, and his voice came out scratchy from disuse. "He must have..."
Sora grabbed for the closest wall and with its help he stood, giving the room a closer look. It was only then that he realized there was someone else here with him, still unconscious. It was hard to make out who it was in the dim lighting, but Sora stumbled forward, cringing in pain with each step that he took. But that wouldn't stop him.
"H-hey," he called out. "Are you okay?"