[ It is hers. Her. Crumpled, in a familiar blue uniform Sara has traded out for black. The bodies expression is obscured by a mess of reddish hair, but its hands fall limp around its skirt, blood caked under the nails. There isn't much blood, rather then the faint smell of burning flesh Sara recalls from Mishima's execution.
A quick glance confirms the obvious, hidden under the hair and by the forward slope of the shoulders, there's no way her head is still connected to her body. She can't see the collar. On the floor? Taken? So she was just...excuted like a lame horse, alone in some hallway? The position is strange, like she'd been staring up at the elevator, but Sara can't focus on that. She's broken out into a cold sweat, near shaking. It's nothing, its just another body, Sou is standing right by it, close enough she can see what little blood there is might be close to getting on his shoes, but its just a body. Sara's seen enough bodies they shouldn't bother her anymore. What right did she have to grieve Alice and Kanna, or any of the dolls? She shouldered that, but she can't take seeing her own corpse?
She wants to fall to her knees and cry, but that would have mirrored the bodies position, so she can't. She stays standing.]
Hh...um? [ She looks up to see Sou step away, walking into the dark of the lobby. ] Wait, just...
[ There's no Keiji to offer her strength, or Gin to tell her he believes in her. So...is she just expected to walk past this on her own. To..to touch... She just can't. She doesn't want to die, she doesn't want to see this! It's scary. Its scary... ]
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tw: description of a corpse
Date: 2021-09-09 08:51 am (UTC)[ It is hers. Her. Crumpled, in a familiar blue uniform Sara has traded out for black. The bodies expression is obscured by a mess of reddish hair, but its hands fall limp around its skirt, blood caked under the nails. There isn't much blood, rather then the faint smell of burning flesh Sara recalls from Mishima's execution.
A quick glance confirms the obvious, hidden under the hair and by the forward slope of the shoulders, there's no way her head is still connected to her body. She can't see the collar. On the floor? Taken? So she was just...excuted like a lame horse, alone in some hallway? The position is strange, like she'd been staring up at the elevator, but Sara can't focus on that. She's broken out into a cold sweat, near shaking. It's nothing, its just another body, Sou is standing right by it, close enough she can see what little blood there is might be close to getting on his shoes, but its just a body. Sara's seen enough bodies they shouldn't bother her anymore. What right did she have to grieve Alice and Kanna, or any of the dolls? She shouldered that, but she can't take seeing her own corpse?
She wants to fall to her knees and cry, but that would have mirrored the bodies position, so she can't. She stays standing.]
Hh...um? [ She looks up to see Sou step away, walking into the dark of the lobby. ] Wait, just...
[ There's no Keiji to offer her strength, or Gin to tell her he believes in her. So...is she just expected to walk past this on her own. To..to touch... She just can't. She doesn't want to die, she doesn't want to see this! It's scary. Its scary... ]