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damned_institute2007-03-13 09:18 am
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Nightshift 22: F11 - F20 Hallway
River could recall little of the evening spent dining with her new roommate. She wasn't even entirely certain that she'd even been there. Too quickly had a girl become lost in the woods, and too quickly did she find tears coursing down her cheeks as she realized that her brother was going to do something stupid. She had to find him. She had to find someone. Simon. Dias. Lust. Scar. Sasuke. A dozen other names whirled around in her mind, and she found herself pushing open the door to her room, regular supplies in hand, and bolting out into the hallway. He was an idiot. He was stupid, and she had to tell him so.
The girl stopped, dropping down to her knees and clutching her forehead as she began to weep. They were a family. Family was supposed to stick together, to do things together. Even Simon... Family was supposed to stick together. Had he no faith?
None of them did. Gorram bastards. No faith, and the walls were dripping with the blood of the faith they'd killed. There was no god, no illogical representation of man's inner desire to explain what was inexplicable and to find comfort in the ambiguity of the afterlife. Self-righteous bastards the lot. Self-righteous, and her mind. They'd taken her mind.
River's hands shook as she got back to her feet, eyes wild and yet focused. There was work to be done, brothers to scold, family to dance with. The walls were shifting, and soon she wouldn't be able to breathe.
The girl stopped, dropping down to her knees and clutching her forehead as she began to weep. They were a family. Family was supposed to stick together, to do things together. Even Simon... Family was supposed to stick together. Had he no faith?
None of them did. Gorram bastards. No faith, and the walls were dripping with the blood of the faith they'd killed. There was no god, no illogical representation of man's inner desire to explain what was inexplicable and to find comfort in the ambiguity of the afterlife. Self-righteous bastards the lot. Self-righteous, and her mind. They'd taken her mind.
River's hands shook as she got back to her feet, eyes wild and yet focused. There was work to be done, brothers to scold, family to dance with. The walls were shifting, and soon she wouldn't be able to breathe.