[.}One of a Number{.][>Glitter<]
Jan 31, 2011 20:33:22 GMT -5
Post by WT on Jan 31, 2011 20:33:22 GMT -5
Shaking. Violent shaking, hard enough to snap her head to the left and pull a muscle in her neck. Eyes fluttering open, an urgent figure above her and the sound of panicked bleating from the outside.
Shaking.
Something- a draft of cold air, perhaps, or maybe just a slight shift in the dream- prompted Aeleze to struggle with opening her eyes. Stubbornly her eyelids resisted anything more than the barest of flickers. Even that let too much light in, and her head screamed in protest; with a wince that made her entire upper body ache, she let them fall shut again, giving way to the half-dream state again.
Sitting up. Somehow she isn't bleary, although she isn't sure why- normally getting her awake, let alone truly conscious, takes forever. After a moment the room stops spinning around and she decides it's adrenaline, because now that she can focus she realizes that Kiral is making a high-pitched sort of semi-shout and Thalia is barking at the foot of her bed.
"What is it?"
Unable, as always, to speak, Kiral pulls her to the window. Terrified, but determined not to show such a weakness in front of the younger girl, Aeleze slits the curtains just enough to see outside. For a moment she doesn't see anything; she's far enough from the main part of the city for it to get properly dark out here at night, so colours are muted and shapes indistinct. The moment's urgency leads her forward, though, so she keeps scanning the night- dark shapes of trees, of fences, of people walking outside, of-
Forgetting her resolve to show no weakness, Aeleze retches once onto the floor and reaches for Thalia's warmth. Her sheep are lying out there, their bright fur gleaming in the electric light of the streetlamp. Even Regalia, the dark one who should blend into the deep green of the grass, is glimmering with blood.
Time did nothing to ease the pain. Though she didn't vomit, Aeleze tasted bile and had to choke it back. Throwing up would hurt too much at this point.
Kiral holds up a hastily-scribbled note. "I think they now about mee. They'r headed for the front door. We need to run."
There's no time to comment on the avox's spelling, so Aeleze just nods. Enough time with Kiral in the house has taught her a few things about getting out at a moment's notice, and she doesn't waste time packing; she just snags the emergency kit (her planner, a change or two of clothes, some water, antiseptic) stashed under her bed, latches Thalia's leash to her collar, and nods to Kiral. Both women, accompanied by the dog, slip out of the bedroom as silently as they can. For Aeleze, that's not quite silently enough; Kiral makes her stop and take her shoes off.
Did she ever get shoes again? The rest of her body is aching so badly that she didn't even think about that. After brief consideration, Aeleze realizes to some surprise that the soles of her feet are very cold. No shoes, then.
They go for the back door. It makes Aeleze cringe to think of walking past the still, torn bodies of her beloved sheep, but she doesn't complain. If the Peacekeepers are in fact headed for the front door, nothing else makes sense. Just walking through the house is cringe-worthy, anyway- the walls covered with conversations and designs, the paint-spotted floors, the sewing machines that she may never see again. One more painful memory is bearable. It has to be.
But she never gets there. Whatever Peacekeepers Kiral saw, they were only part of the group. The instant her hand touches the doorknob, the door flies open, nearly taking her hand off with the force of it.
Wait- she did keep that hand, right? Aeleze wiggled her fingers ever so slightly, just to be sure, and was relieved to find that they were not only there, but that they worked.
"Go!"
Screaming. Shots. She runs, but doesn't get far; the blood in the grass slips her up, and once she's down there's no getting back up. Regalia's blank gaze, side by side with most of Luxa's head, stuns the fight from her.
Kiral tries to pick her up, but a Peacekeeper starts toward them, and with all the life she can muster Aeleze shoves her away. Kiral is why they're here. They might be lenient on her, but the avox needs to get out of here now. For a moment Kiral hesitates, but Aeleze shoves her again, and then she's gone.
Thinking back, Aeleze realized that she didn't actually know why Kiral had vanished so suddenly. She has assumed- had wanted to assume- that the younger girl had just run, but it was possible that a Peacekeeper had grabbed her away.
Someone grabs her and yanks her up. While swaying on her feet, she desperately tries to untangle the leash from her hand. Thalia won't leave her, though, and even after the leash falls to the ground- even after Aeleze kicks her, somewhat viciously- it isn't until metal batons come down and that Thalia leaves her owner's side. Even then, it's only because she falls the wrong way, her crushed body too far gone to control gravity's effect on it.
Screaming. Trying to reach Thalia. The batons again, this time on her, though they avoid the head.
Blackness.
And then- albeit some time later- here.
Once more, for the sake of doing something, Aeleze attempted to open her eyes. The pounding headache returned in full force, but this time she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes only until they were slits. She was there for Kiral- if the other girl had really escaped, her capture would have added time to the chase- and if it was the other way around, Kiral wouldn't just lie there. She would get up and do something. Therefore, Aeleze would at least make an effort to do the same.
That was easier said (well, thought) than done, though. Parting her eyelids was an ordeal in and over itself; sitting up made her gasp in pain until her breath ran out, despite multiple breaks and the support of the wall behind her. Time and sleep had soother her battered body some, but the hard ground had added its own array of bruises and stiff muscles.
For the first time, real fear began to set in. Adrenaline and anger were no longer there to take the edge off; she was purely and immobilizing terrified. When she'd shoved Kiral away, she had had some hope that being a Capitolite would protect her. Now, visualizing the mutilated forms of her small herd, she had no idea why. None of these Peacekeepers knew her; even if they did, they were trained to not care about such things. She would be ripped to pieces here in a few days, if they even gave her that long. Being one of their number would do no more to save her than the desperate flight had done to save Thalia.
Swallowing hard, she took inventory of the room to try and calm herself. Unfortunately, there was another comforting about this place. The only things that accompanied her were a few metal beds, a metal sink, some sort of bowl (a toilet?), and-
And a girl.
Aeleze had to squint slightly to see in the dim light. (Seeing a person in semidarkness pulled forth images of blood, which she pushed away desperately.) Even after all that had happened she couldn't help herself from instantly trying to design an outfit to match the slender figure and curly blonde hair. The knowledge that her skills hadn't deserted her couldn't make everything better- in fact, it reminded her that her hair was probably completely ruined, and though she knew it was ridiculous this added blow seemed devastating. Still, even mental designing calmed her down enough for her exhausted mind to realize that this girl was probably here for much the same reasons as her. What the stranger had done, she wasn't sure, but there was no doubt that they both faced the same sticky- if not deadly- fate. That made Aeleze much more akin to this teenager than to the Peacekeepers she was supposed to be supporting.
Supposed to be- but how could she, after her time with Kiral? How could anyone whose eyes had been opened to the Districts' suffering not cease to support the ones who made tragedies such as the fate of Kiral's father possible?
Her voice trailed out, weak but coherent. Somehow it was even fairly bright, or at least as bright as she could make it given the circumstances. After all, this girl was the closest she had now to a friend and an ally- the only one whose number she could belong to in a slashed and shaken life. "Hey."
(OOC- Background, because I'm too lazy to look links up! Kiral was an avox belonging to another player, who is now inactive; I've been NPCing her since then. Aeleze was given Kiral to help with the sheep and such, but was unable to treat the girl like a slave and became friends with her, which led to her sympathizing with and, in small ways, supporting Kiral's activities with various rebel forces.)
Shaking.
Something- a draft of cold air, perhaps, or maybe just a slight shift in the dream- prompted Aeleze to struggle with opening her eyes. Stubbornly her eyelids resisted anything more than the barest of flickers. Even that let too much light in, and her head screamed in protest; with a wince that made her entire upper body ache, she let them fall shut again, giving way to the half-dream state again.
Sitting up. Somehow she isn't bleary, although she isn't sure why- normally getting her awake, let alone truly conscious, takes forever. After a moment the room stops spinning around and she decides it's adrenaline, because now that she can focus she realizes that Kiral is making a high-pitched sort of semi-shout and Thalia is barking at the foot of her bed.
"What is it?"
Unable, as always, to speak, Kiral pulls her to the window. Terrified, but determined not to show such a weakness in front of the younger girl, Aeleze slits the curtains just enough to see outside. For a moment she doesn't see anything; she's far enough from the main part of the city for it to get properly dark out here at night, so colours are muted and shapes indistinct. The moment's urgency leads her forward, though, so she keeps scanning the night- dark shapes of trees, of fences, of people walking outside, of-
Forgetting her resolve to show no weakness, Aeleze retches once onto the floor and reaches for Thalia's warmth. Her sheep are lying out there, their bright fur gleaming in the electric light of the streetlamp. Even Regalia, the dark one who should blend into the deep green of the grass, is glimmering with blood.
Time did nothing to ease the pain. Though she didn't vomit, Aeleze tasted bile and had to choke it back. Throwing up would hurt too much at this point.
Kiral holds up a hastily-scribbled note. "I think they now about mee. They'r headed for the front door. We need to run."
There's no time to comment on the avox's spelling, so Aeleze just nods. Enough time with Kiral in the house has taught her a few things about getting out at a moment's notice, and she doesn't waste time packing; she just snags the emergency kit (her planner, a change or two of clothes, some water, antiseptic) stashed under her bed, latches Thalia's leash to her collar, and nods to Kiral. Both women, accompanied by the dog, slip out of the bedroom as silently as they can. For Aeleze, that's not quite silently enough; Kiral makes her stop and take her shoes off.
Did she ever get shoes again? The rest of her body is aching so badly that she didn't even think about that. After brief consideration, Aeleze realizes to some surprise that the soles of her feet are very cold. No shoes, then.
They go for the back door. It makes Aeleze cringe to think of walking past the still, torn bodies of her beloved sheep, but she doesn't complain. If the Peacekeepers are in fact headed for the front door, nothing else makes sense. Just walking through the house is cringe-worthy, anyway- the walls covered with conversations and designs, the paint-spotted floors, the sewing machines that she may never see again. One more painful memory is bearable. It has to be.
But she never gets there. Whatever Peacekeepers Kiral saw, they were only part of the group. The instant her hand touches the doorknob, the door flies open, nearly taking her hand off with the force of it.
Wait- she did keep that hand, right? Aeleze wiggled her fingers ever so slightly, just to be sure, and was relieved to find that they were not only there, but that they worked.
"Go!"
Screaming. Shots. She runs, but doesn't get far; the blood in the grass slips her up, and once she's down there's no getting back up. Regalia's blank gaze, side by side with most of Luxa's head, stuns the fight from her.
Kiral tries to pick her up, but a Peacekeeper starts toward them, and with all the life she can muster Aeleze shoves her away. Kiral is why they're here. They might be lenient on her, but the avox needs to get out of here now. For a moment Kiral hesitates, but Aeleze shoves her again, and then she's gone.
Thinking back, Aeleze realized that she didn't actually know why Kiral had vanished so suddenly. She has assumed- had wanted to assume- that the younger girl had just run, but it was possible that a Peacekeeper had grabbed her away.
Someone grabs her and yanks her up. While swaying on her feet, she desperately tries to untangle the leash from her hand. Thalia won't leave her, though, and even after the leash falls to the ground- even after Aeleze kicks her, somewhat viciously- it isn't until metal batons come down and that Thalia leaves her owner's side. Even then, it's only because she falls the wrong way, her crushed body too far gone to control gravity's effect on it.
Screaming. Trying to reach Thalia. The batons again, this time on her, though they avoid the head.
Blackness.
And then- albeit some time later- here.
Once more, for the sake of doing something, Aeleze attempted to open her eyes. The pounding headache returned in full force, but this time she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes only until they were slits. She was there for Kiral- if the other girl had really escaped, her capture would have added time to the chase- and if it was the other way around, Kiral wouldn't just lie there. She would get up and do something. Therefore, Aeleze would at least make an effort to do the same.
That was easier said (well, thought) than done, though. Parting her eyelids was an ordeal in and over itself; sitting up made her gasp in pain until her breath ran out, despite multiple breaks and the support of the wall behind her. Time and sleep had soother her battered body some, but the hard ground had added its own array of bruises and stiff muscles.
For the first time, real fear began to set in. Adrenaline and anger were no longer there to take the edge off; she was purely and immobilizing terrified. When she'd shoved Kiral away, she had had some hope that being a Capitolite would protect her. Now, visualizing the mutilated forms of her small herd, she had no idea why. None of these Peacekeepers knew her; even if they did, they were trained to not care about such things. She would be ripped to pieces here in a few days, if they even gave her that long. Being one of their number would do no more to save her than the desperate flight had done to save Thalia.
Swallowing hard, she took inventory of the room to try and calm herself. Unfortunately, there was another comforting about this place. The only things that accompanied her were a few metal beds, a metal sink, some sort of bowl (a toilet?), and-
And a girl.
Aeleze had to squint slightly to see in the dim light. (Seeing a person in semidarkness pulled forth images of blood, which she pushed away desperately.) Even after all that had happened she couldn't help herself from instantly trying to design an outfit to match the slender figure and curly blonde hair. The knowledge that her skills hadn't deserted her couldn't make everything better- in fact, it reminded her that her hair was probably completely ruined, and though she knew it was ridiculous this added blow seemed devastating. Still, even mental designing calmed her down enough for her exhausted mind to realize that this girl was probably here for much the same reasons as her. What the stranger had done, she wasn't sure, but there was no doubt that they both faced the same sticky- if not deadly- fate. That made Aeleze much more akin to this teenager than to the Peacekeepers she was supposed to be supporting.
Supposed to be- but how could she, after her time with Kiral? How could anyone whose eyes had been opened to the Districts' suffering not cease to support the ones who made tragedies such as the fate of Kiral's father possible?
Her voice trailed out, weak but coherent. Somehow it was even fairly bright, or at least as bright as she could make it given the circumstances. After all, this girl was the closest she had now to a friend and an ally- the only one whose number she could belong to in a slashed and shaken life. "Hey."
(OOC- Background, because I'm too lazy to look links up! Kiral was an avox belonging to another player, who is now inactive; I've been NPCing her since then. Aeleze was given Kiral to help with the sheep and such, but was unable to treat the girl like a slave and became friends with her, which led to her sympathizing with and, in small ways, supporting Kiral's activities with various rebel forces.)