A Broken Haze [Laila vs Anni; fight]
Mar 30, 2014 11:29:34 GMT -5
Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Mar 30, 2014 11:29:34 GMT -5
Every part of her hurt: her back, her legs, her arms, her eyes, her mind. Ever since she had been thrown down to the ground by that weird wind thing, she was never quite able to recover and fighting with that mutt the previous day had taken a huge toll on her. It was difficult to fight on her own—she had always relied on Ari to defeat their adversary but he wasn’t next to her, talking to her. No, the boy from District 11 who had volunteered to help his family was not a part of this world or the world outside. He would be taken home, given to his family, and be buried in the ground with his family mourning him.
Or at least that was what Anni imagined happening. Ari had deserved better than that. He shouldn’t have died. As she kept her right arm close to her chest and her left hand tight around the handle of the knife, she moved forward, trying to find a water source. Every time her teeth ran across her lips, the constant feeling of dead skin reminded her that she needed to find a water source and fast. Her body wouldn’t do much good without any water, and she was already having trouble keeping her eyes open and her legs moving. She had tried to sleep at night, in hopes that sleep would help her forget about the state she was in, but the dreams came back and they tormented her mind.
She saw Ari once again in her dream, but this time he was not as clean as he had been in her previous visions. The cut on the cheek was worse, as if they had never treated the poison. The wounds on his legs looked infected and she was certain that if turned around, the white clothes he was wearing would be stained blood red. Again, it seemed as if he was trying to say something, but she couldn’t read his lips and she kept shaking her head. “Louder, Ari. I can’t hear what you’re saying.” But instead of his voice, blood was dripping out of his mouth and his eyes started to roll back as he fell to the ground. She screamed and ran to his body—if only she had done that in real life—but when she stretched out her hand and touched his cold body, it disintegrated until there was nothing more than dust and the wooden pick that had been around his neck. Her hands reached out and—
Her eyes fluttered wide open as her dream was interrupted. They moved around quickly, scanning the area to see what had caused her to wake up. She must have slept through the anthem—or was in a faint sense of mind—for she couldn’t remember who was gone and who was still there. Get yourself together, Anni. You can’t start slipping now. But as she looked at her hands—and wished that the wooden pick was actually there—she knew that she was too far gone. The same sound brought her attention back to the area and she reached for her knife with her left hand, trying to pinpoint the exact location so that she could lunge at whoever dared to interrupt her. As she stood up, she knew she was going to have trouble as her balance was off and she could barely see—but her hearing was still working and as she heard the next sound, she lunged in that direction.
Or at least that was what Anni imagined happening. Ari had deserved better than that. He shouldn’t have died. As she kept her right arm close to her chest and her left hand tight around the handle of the knife, she moved forward, trying to find a water source. Every time her teeth ran across her lips, the constant feeling of dead skin reminded her that she needed to find a water source and fast. Her body wouldn’t do much good without any water, and she was already having trouble keeping her eyes open and her legs moving. She had tried to sleep at night, in hopes that sleep would help her forget about the state she was in, but the dreams came back and they tormented her mind.
She saw Ari once again in her dream, but this time he was not as clean as he had been in her previous visions. The cut on the cheek was worse, as if they had never treated the poison. The wounds on his legs looked infected and she was certain that if turned around, the white clothes he was wearing would be stained blood red. Again, it seemed as if he was trying to say something, but she couldn’t read his lips and she kept shaking her head. “Louder, Ari. I can’t hear what you’re saying.” But instead of his voice, blood was dripping out of his mouth and his eyes started to roll back as he fell to the ground. She screamed and ran to his body—if only she had done that in real life—but when she stretched out her hand and touched his cold body, it disintegrated until there was nothing more than dust and the wooden pick that had been around his neck. Her hands reached out and—
Her eyes fluttered wide open as her dream was interrupted. They moved around quickly, scanning the area to see what had caused her to wake up. She must have slept through the anthem—or was in a faint sense of mind—for she couldn’t remember who was gone and who was still there. Get yourself together, Anni. You can’t start slipping now. But as she looked at her hands—and wished that the wooden pick was actually there—she knew that she was too far gone. The same sound brought her attention back to the area and she reached for her knife with her left hand, trying to pinpoint the exact location so that she could lunge at whoever dared to interrupt her. As she stood up, she knew she was going to have trouble as her balance was off and she could barely see—but her hearing was still working and as she heard the next sound, she lunged in that direction.
[attacks Laila; Sai]
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[Shallow Cut on Right Bicep -- 3.5 damage]
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