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thestormishere) wrote2011-04-28 01:13 am
thestormishere) wrote2011-04-28 01:13 am
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- !luceti,
- *event: luceti valley au,
- @aella,
- @aerith,
- @zack fair,
- alternate lightning is an idiot,
- cigarettes are freaking disgusting,
- in the aftermath,
- jsut a litle durnk,
- loss of clarity,
- not really a single mother,
- oh geez this isn't good,
- that didn't turn out well,
- the father was who?!,
- the smell get it out,
- the taste get it out,
- this is so not fair,
- time to wash everything,
- what is sleep?,
- who put these stairs here?
☈ strike #12 (action)
[ With the latest experiment screeching into an abrupt-as-always end, Lightning is, unsurprisingly, furious at everything because of it. Finding herself out in the middle of town, middle of the night, completely blindsided with the realization that everything she thought for the last week was a lie... that was not in her overall game-plan. The dreams were true. Her "family" was an elaborate, baffling fabrication. Ergo, Lightning is pissed.
However...
Making her way home would be much, much easier if the woman wasn't completely smashed on the alcohol her alternate apparently decided would be a good stand-in for sleep... and if her body wasn't trying desperately to go and expel not only that but apparently everything she's eaten in the last week. The taste of too-strong booze and-- and cigarettes is in her mouth, choking her, and it's only by a show of tremendously formidable will that she manages to stumble home, to make it to the right building at all...
Just to burst inelegantly through community housing 4's front door, smack into a wall bodily, and then promptly get lost in the semi-darkness as she tries to make her way to her apartment. Not so easy, when her intoxication-ruined grace has her tripping on the stairs, cursing not-so-quietly under her breath....
Feel free to run into her at any point between town and apartment. Anywhere, really. 8| ]
However...
Making her way home would be much, much easier if the woman wasn't completely smashed on the alcohol her alternate apparently decided would be a good stand-in for sleep... and if her body wasn't trying desperately to go and expel not only that but apparently everything she's eaten in the last week. The taste of too-strong booze and-- and cigarettes is in her mouth, choking her, and it's only by a show of tremendously formidable will that she manages to stumble home, to make it to the right building at all...
Just to burst inelegantly through community housing 4's front door, smack into a wall bodily, and then promptly get lost in the semi-darkness as she tries to make her way to her apartment. Not so easy, when her intoxication-ruined grace has her tripping on the stairs, cursing not-so-quietly under her breath....
Feel free to run into her at any point between town and apartment. Anywhere, really. 8| ]
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Damn. Reaching over and grabbing her by the arm to steady her.] Come on, let's get you upstairs.
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And so she's compelled to elaborate, somehow: ] I'm jusst... thought I was sssomeone elze. [ Kind of? Hard to explain when the world is busy spinning so wildly at the moment, all because that 'someone else' eventually became so disturbed by what she saw in her dreams... ]
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Come on, I'll help you get upstairs then give you some medicine to clear your head. If you pass out in the hall or crack your head open it'll make a mess.
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I think... I c'n make it up just another ssset of stairss. [ Unfortunately, she's not all that appreciative of being talked to like that right now, and her annoyance is clear in the set of her body as she stares downward, focusing really hard on accomplishing that assertion.
Those stairs are an awful long ways down, though, and it just so happens to be right then that she's re-reminded just how awful the air hanging around her is. Why does this sort of thing have to happen to her? ]