...I just mean. I hated you for a while, and you hated me right, so-
[ Her correction is cut short by the door and the smell. She stands in the elevator, white knuckled as Shin steps past her. She can't manage to get her legs to move for a second, because its the death game, and she smells blood.
But Sou's strangely calm (?), logical voice makes her square her shoulders and step out onto the stairs. ]
We should be fine. [ She squares her shoulders, tucking her chin down towards her collar. ] But, you're right, lets be quick. We explored this floor pretty well, right?
[ It's doubtful they'd find anything new about the game, but maybe there was information about the school here somewhere. She couldn't say, but she quietly steps down past Sou, the sound of her feet echoing in the room.
It's so quiet. This floor was never quiet, the rumble of the attractions or everyone arguing, breathing, living, in a desperate way that Sara wished she knew how to keep ahold of. Now it feels dead, silent. There's not even a rumble of machinery.
The scent of blood remains. Sara stops suddenly, staring down at something crumpled on the bottom step.
It's funny, she knows exactly what it is the moment she sees the blue of its jacket. It's just...she can't think of anything to say. ]
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Date: 2021-09-09 08:08 am (UTC)[ Her correction is cut short by the door and the smell. She stands in the elevator, white knuckled as Shin steps past her. She can't manage to get her legs to move for a second, because its the death game, and she smells blood.
But Sou's strangely calm (?), logical voice makes her square her shoulders and step out onto the stairs. ]
We should be fine. [ She squares her shoulders, tucking her chin down towards her collar. ] But, you're right, lets be quick. We explored this floor pretty well, right?
[ It's doubtful they'd find anything new about the game, but maybe there was information about the school here somewhere. She couldn't say, but she quietly steps down past Sou, the sound of her feet echoing in the room.
It's so quiet. This floor was never quiet, the rumble of the attractions or everyone arguing, breathing, living, in a desperate way that Sara wished she knew how to keep ahold of. Now it feels dead, silent. There's not even a rumble of machinery.
The scent of blood remains. Sara stops suddenly, staring down at something crumpled on the bottom step.
It's funny, she knows exactly what it is the moment she sees the blue of its jacket. It's just...she can't think of anything to say. ]