Dayshift 62: Sun Room [Third Shift]

[avengingfists]

Last night had been a nightmare. That had to be what it was, but Ilia couldn't deny reality. In her anguish, Ilia had slept through the first half of the day plagued by nightmares. In her dreams she saw Rose's broken body all over again with Gamzee standing over her, his club raised to strike again. Somewhere, she could hear Martin Landel laughing.

Much like the battle last night, Ilia was overcome by her powerlessness. Was she really so useless? Why did it have to be the children who suffered pain and death? Why was she left alive here? She didn't wish for her own death, but if she could have given up her life to save Rose... But nothing could be done now

Ilia had failed to save an ally in need. If only her Captain could have been here, then just maybe his uncanny luck and drive might have saved them. He had a miraculous touch that could solve anything. Ilia now understood why she would never be on equal footing with him.

Miserably, Ilia roused herself at her nurse's insistence that she come eat. She didn't take a moment to brush her hair or wash her face. She just followed along as directed, trying to ignore the hallow feeling in her chest. Ilia wasn't hungry, but she took one of the bags offered to her and trudged to the bulletin. She addressed a few notes then added one herself. It wasn't the prettiest note, but Ilia couldn't produce the level of prose that Rose deserved. Instead, she wrote it quickly, like ripping off a band-aid. Short. To the point.

Her task done, Ilia found seat in the corner and sunk down into the cushion. Burying her face in her hands, she concentrated on breathing. She couldn't face the sun today.

[For her children Claude and Anise]

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[tryingtogetahead]

Japan wasn't a particularly large country, but it wasn't so small that Celty could assume the man was from any one area. She wasn't curious as to that however, and after pulling a sandwich from her pouch, moved on to his returned question. "I live there now. Japan, I mean, but I was in Ireland before that."

She might have known she was a Dullahan, but even with her awakening in Ireland, that didn't guarantee that was where she was from. Her memories were supposed to have answered that much, but she was still in the dark.

Sorry for the lateness! ;A;

[unpriest]

Ireland, was it? "Japan must be rather different from Ireland," he commented with mild curiosity.

Not that he could tell by first-hand experience. Seishin hadn't seen too much of the world -- the city during his college years were as far as he had been allowed to go. With the chains that bound him to an isolated place like Sotoba, there simply hadn't been an opportunity for more.

[tryingtogetahead]

"I know the cities are."

Well, Ikebukuro was probably different from most cities. She honestly couldn't imagine another like it with the likes of Shizuo, Simon and, most importantly, Izaya running about within it's walls. And that wasn't even counting the gangs, though other cities probably had versions of those.