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overjoyed_logs2017-03-15 11:36 pm
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[open] Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?
Who: Hanna King and you
Where: Westerley underbelly
When: W8D1
Summary: Hanna's terrible life
Restrictions/Warnings: Hanna's terrible life including experimentation, violence, and so on
[Level 5.
That's where she needs to go.
Level 5, the ultimate clearance, the ultimate tool in her arsenal. It's the means to her bloody end. She has to get there, somehow, in some way. She doesn't care how.
It'll be just another way to find the answers she needs.
Hanna skips out on the standard training protocols. That shit's cake. She's here again, in a cage, knuckles cut, spitting strings of blood. When was the last time she'd pushed herself this hard? Who knows. Who cares.
Too many punches to the head and the face have her reeling, speaking slurred, seeing things, too many things, all kinds of things. The bruise on her temple is growing and throbbing. It's only by force that she leaves the enclosed arena, to sit on the sidelines closer to the audience with a beer in her hand. The cold bottle is pressed to the wound. Maybe you've been watching, and maybe you're close enough to see a thing or two firsthand.
She struggles, too, to walk out of the arena, towards empty back exits. She can feel her consciousness slipping. Where is she again? Is what she seeing real anymore?]
Where: Westerley underbelly
When: W8D1
Summary: Hanna's terrible life
Restrictions/Warnings: Hanna's terrible life including experimentation, violence, and so on
[Level 5.
That's where she needs to go.
Level 5, the ultimate clearance, the ultimate tool in her arsenal. It's the means to her bloody end. She has to get there, somehow, in some way. She doesn't care how.
It'll be just another way to find the answers she needs.
Hanna skips out on the standard training protocols. That shit's cake. She's here again, in a cage, knuckles cut, spitting strings of blood. When was the last time she'd pushed herself this hard? Who knows. Who cares.
Too many punches to the head and the face have her reeling, speaking slurred, seeing things, too many things, all kinds of things. The bruise on her temple is growing and throbbing. It's only by force that she leaves the enclosed arena, to sit on the sidelines closer to the audience with a beer in her hand. The cold bottle is pressed to the wound. Maybe you've been watching, and maybe you're close enough to see a thing or two firsthand.
She struggles, too, to walk out of the arena, towards empty back exits. She can feel her consciousness slipping. Where is she again? Is what she seeing real anymore?]
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... Such a gentleman.
[Dimly, she realizes this the most she's felt in... months or even years, beyond pure rage and incredible sadness, and the never ending need to protect what little she has.]
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I try. [ Not really. ] But leave the passing out for when it doesn't require me carrying you, alright?
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She manages a grin, despite literally everything.] You weirdo.
[Whether it's her slipping consciousness, or whatever else she's not in the state of mind to address, she finds herself...
She can't even make herself admit it. The young, naive girl that had been Hanna Talbot hadn't been buried far enough, hadn't been killed well enough to call herself dead.
And so the grin starts to falter, her eyes start to flicker.] Well I have to go pass out somewhere else besides here. So if you'll excuse me...
[And clearly she's not going very far as she quite nearly loses her balance. Nice.]
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She's gonna die without his help, he presumes, so his assistance comes with a heavy sigh as he again breaks the distance between them and promptly scoops her up into his arms. ]
You're a real mess, I guess I just have to carry you now.
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[She'd fight the carry if she had more strength in her, but she's fresh out of literally everything.]
Just get me out of here, buff man.
[Translation: she doesn't give a damn to where he takes her. She just wants to sleep.]