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Breakout [Yoren/No-Kill] Mon Jul 02, 2018 11:18 am
Emiko
D-rank
23The dreamlike state carried itself over but even in her dream she still felt awake. Like she was sensing everything and perfectly aware of her surroundings but the dream overlapped and consumed all of her vision. A cruel irony that she would remain partially awake in a vision of being tormented in the same manner. Her eyes would dart back and forth behind closed eyelids and drag her body to face in the directions she would look. The normally cold air of her room became heavy and wet with frustration and anger as she turned, the sweat growing on her skin and pulling the blanket and clothing on her in every direction. It was a cruel uncomfort that carried over and sparked everything she hated about this place. Her mind tried to carry in every direction and away from the images, short bursts to the comfort on the other side of the wall, or to the imagery of nature, or something else relaxing but always drawn back in.
Her eyes would burst open with a heavy breath as she was looking near the edge of her cot serving as her bed for so many days, so many months. Her feet and hands were in cold sweats and it upset her internally to be touching anything, begging for any rush of cool air to sweep over her as she laid there totally silent for a moment. So exhausted in that instance and yet she had no bearing of time, only that in what seemed like a few minutes of tossing and turning uncontrollably, she had killed the entirety of what peaceful time she had to sleep. The bright fluorescent light flickered on just moments after she paused to gather herself with the light striking her pupils with malicious intensity. Her eyes would squint back and she would retract herself while bringing an arm up to cover over her eyes and turn her head away from the center of the room and towards the wall next to her.
She knew that not long after the light went on, the jerks who ran the morning shift of this place would throw in whatever breakfast at her and probably make some unassuming comment that she wished she could have thrown back in their face more physically than verbally. The imagination of her fist into the nose of one of the guards was a short breath of fresh air in a mindset that was otherwise mostly plagued by everything else around her.
Still, almost as if on a timer, the door clanked with the baton of whomever arrived but lacked the normal derogatory and vulgar commentary that came with it. Waiting for a moment, Emiko would turn over her shoulder to look to which the voice of that evil doctor would play out, his words slithering to the air towards her.
"Oh, you're supposed to be asleep..." he would tsk at her afterwards and reach down to the latch below before dropping a canister within, the pin falling away to the side. In an instance, Emiko turned towards it with wide eyes, almost like awaiting some imminent explosion but instead was met with a puff of gas that quickly began to fill the room. Reaching down quickly to cover it while holding her breath she began thinking of all the things happening and how to respond but there weren't any solutions. With the canister in her hand, she turned around all over the room but couldn't find any real escape, the voice at the door slithering back in to her, "Don't bother fighting it, it would such a waste to die tired..."
The panic began building more and more in body, heavy breathing and struggling to stay on top of it as her energy broke and she inhaled in whatever concoction came from the device. With more panic, she began to feel dazed while shoving the can underneath her blanket and extra clothes, which stopped it only for a moment before the gas quickly began to seep from underneath and through the cloth. Panic continued to fill her and her mind raced as her body weakened, drawing further and further to a close, she could feel the lid over her left eye grow lazy. Her breathing was paced between with light coughs that grew more and more as her legs gave out underneath her while her arm grabbed for the bed and knocked the wrapped can to the ground with her. Almost spraying the gas towards her before she punched it away to the corner.
She could feel the very essence of her life and energy fading away into another dream state like before, she couldn't allow it. Had to stop it. Whatever they were planning, she couldn't accept to die like this, not in this manner, but she had nothing to do? Crawling towards the wall in front of her, she found comfort in the only thing that she had for so long, the crack that grew up the wall, and with a shout that took all of her energy, she yelled out towards it, "Yoren!"
But Emiko's voice was shaken, what would have been ear-splitting came out as more of a gulped yell, and the second time she yelled it hardly felt audible. The very question of whether she was actually saying anything or not began to fill her mind, audible panic as she internally screamed and felt her other eye grow heavy before collapsing to the ground out cold.
On the otherside of the wall, the crack would emanate a light of miscolored grey smoke that gave off a sour odor if nothing else but not in an amount to have any real effect. Maybe Yoren would hear the gulped yell if he was awake to listen but it was all that she had.
The doctors and two guards waited on the otherside of the door for the smoke to dissipate outwards, leaving a few minutes for it do so before going in an retrieving the girl and setting her on a cart to take her away to a room in the far corner of the building. Letting the quietly tossing Emiko mutter out syllables of seeming nonsense in her daze as they prepared her to move and to be rid of her once and for all.
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Her eyes would burst open with a heavy breath as she was looking near the edge of her cot serving as her bed for so many days, so many months. Her feet and hands were in cold sweats and it upset her internally to be touching anything, begging for any rush of cool air to sweep over her as she laid there totally silent for a moment. So exhausted in that instance and yet she had no bearing of time, only that in what seemed like a few minutes of tossing and turning uncontrollably, she had killed the entirety of what peaceful time she had to sleep. The bright fluorescent light flickered on just moments after she paused to gather herself with the light striking her pupils with malicious intensity. Her eyes would squint back and she would retract herself while bringing an arm up to cover over her eyes and turn her head away from the center of the room and towards the wall next to her.
She knew that not long after the light went on, the jerks who ran the morning shift of this place would throw in whatever breakfast at her and probably make some unassuming comment that she wished she could have thrown back in their face more physically than verbally. The imagination of her fist into the nose of one of the guards was a short breath of fresh air in a mindset that was otherwise mostly plagued by everything else around her.
Still, almost as if on a timer, the door clanked with the baton of whomever arrived but lacked the normal derogatory and vulgar commentary that came with it. Waiting for a moment, Emiko would turn over her shoulder to look to which the voice of that evil doctor would play out, his words slithering to the air towards her.
"Oh, you're supposed to be asleep..." he would tsk at her afterwards and reach down to the latch below before dropping a canister within, the pin falling away to the side. In an instance, Emiko turned towards it with wide eyes, almost like awaiting some imminent explosion but instead was met with a puff of gas that quickly began to fill the room. Reaching down quickly to cover it while holding her breath she began thinking of all the things happening and how to respond but there weren't any solutions. With the canister in her hand, she turned around all over the room but couldn't find any real escape, the voice at the door slithering back in to her, "Don't bother fighting it, it would such a waste to die tired..."
The panic began building more and more in body, heavy breathing and struggling to stay on top of it as her energy broke and she inhaled in whatever concoction came from the device. With more panic, she began to feel dazed while shoving the can underneath her blanket and extra clothes, which stopped it only for a moment before the gas quickly began to seep from underneath and through the cloth. Panic continued to fill her and her mind raced as her body weakened, drawing further and further to a close, she could feel the lid over her left eye grow lazy. Her breathing was paced between with light coughs that grew more and more as her legs gave out underneath her while her arm grabbed for the bed and knocked the wrapped can to the ground with her. Almost spraying the gas towards her before she punched it away to the corner.
She could feel the very essence of her life and energy fading away into another dream state like before, she couldn't allow it. Had to stop it. Whatever they were planning, she couldn't accept to die like this, not in this manner, but she had nothing to do? Crawling towards the wall in front of her, she found comfort in the only thing that she had for so long, the crack that grew up the wall, and with a shout that took all of her energy, she yelled out towards it, "Yoren!"
But Emiko's voice was shaken, what would have been ear-splitting came out as more of a gulped yell, and the second time she yelled it hardly felt audible. The very question of whether she was actually saying anything or not began to fill her mind, audible panic as she internally screamed and felt her other eye grow heavy before collapsing to the ground out cold.
On the otherside of the wall, the crack would emanate a light of miscolored grey smoke that gave off a sour odor if nothing else but not in an amount to have any real effect. Maybe Yoren would hear the gulped yell if he was awake to listen but it was all that she had.
The doctors and two guards waited on the otherside of the door for the smoke to dissipate outwards, leaving a few minutes for it do so before going in an retrieving the girl and setting her on a cart to take her away to a room in the far corner of the building. Letting the quietly tossing Emiko mutter out syllables of seeming nonsense in her daze as they prepared her to move and to be rid of her once and for all.
[1063 words]
Hokage: 
Kazekage: 
Raikage: 
Tsuchikage: 
Mizukage: 