[closed due to people-watching > people-talking. X|]
Her expectations had been exceeded; her fellow captives had let loose on any hospital-related figure in an expanding domino effect that had ended in an attack of tear gas, of all things. Prisoners fighting hospital staff, prisoners fighting soldiers, maybe even prisoners fighting other prisoners…
A twinge of disappointment pulled at her, not because people had been hurt, or because others were being dragged away to solitary, or because the gassing was making a lot of people around her violently ill, but because Yomi had only tripped an orderly, making it look like an accident, before she’d made a break for it like some of the others. In terms of laying down blows, Yomi had not done much of it, which was… a little sad. Whether or not those involved deserved it, she wouldn’t have minded a fight. It’d just been more practical to do what some of the other prisoners had done and try to escape past the nurses, to see how far she could get.
When Yomi had met an obstacle, she hadn’t punched or kicked, but had rather held her hands out and widened her eyes a little. “What’s going on?” she’d mewled in Yoshiko’s voice, and that had been that. She’d been gathered aside, a helpless woman who had tried to avoid the fighting. As she’d come to expect, the hospital staff had fast reaction times…
And then had come the tear gas, which signalled the end of things.
At the very least, she’d gotten to see how this military force fought, and as restless as the sesshouseki’s presence was, she was still a bit happy about not getting caught in the gas episode. If their sedatives worked on her, other chemical agents might, too.
Picking out a spot on a couch, Yomi folded her legs underneath her and sat back to watch for any new developments. Refining her green thumb could wait.
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Her expectations had been exceeded; her fellow captives had let loose on any hospital-related figure in an expanding domino effect that had ended in an attack of tear gas, of all things. Prisoners fighting hospital staff, prisoners fighting soldiers, maybe even prisoners fighting other prisoners…
A twinge of disappointment pulled at her, not because people had been hurt, or because others were being dragged away to solitary, or because the gassing was making a lot of people around her violently ill, but because Yomi had only tripped an orderly, making it look like an accident, before she’d made a break for it like some of the others. In terms of laying down blows, Yomi had not done much of it, which was… a little sad. Whether or not those involved deserved it, she wouldn’t have minded a fight. It’d just been more practical to do what some of the other prisoners had done and try to escape past the nurses, to see how far she could get.
When Yomi had met an obstacle, she hadn’t punched or kicked, but had rather held her hands out and widened her eyes a little. “What’s going on?” she’d mewled in Yoshiko’s voice, and that had been that. She’d been gathered aside, a helpless woman who had tried to avoid the fighting. As she’d come to expect, the hospital staff had fast reaction times…
And then had come the tear gas, which signalled the end of things.
At the very least, she’d gotten to see how this military force fought, and as restless as the sesshouseki’s presence was, she was still a bit happy about not getting caught in the gas episode. If their sedatives worked on her, other chemical agents might, too.
Picking out a spot on a couch, Yomi folded her legs underneath her and sat back to watch for any new developments. Refining her green thumb could wait.