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paixaorpg2006-07-17 08:26 pm
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Another Unfamiliar Ceiling [COMPLETED]
Character(s): Asuka, Rei, Death.
Content: After a frightening loss of sanity, Yuki took Asuka to the hospital, where she now awakens.
Setting: Aiches Memorial Hospital [H4]
Time: Early morning Wednesday.
Warnings: None.
She awakes to a white world.
White, sterile white, that familiar shade of huelessness, blank canvas walls like ghosts onto which shadows project.
For Asuka, waking up in the hospital is like reliving Groundhog Day. The same white walls, the same clinical odor clawing at her nostrils, the same pangs in her limbs as she rises to launch into battle again.
Except here there is no battle, and with that fact there is no purpose, and with no purpose, no reason for Asuka to be.
She tries not to think about it. She tries not to think about the fact that this hospital doesn't smell particularly medical, either; the air smells more like incense, or some kind of herb. The shattered candy swimmingness in her head seems to have cleared a little, anyway, though she still thinks the hospital walls would look a lot nicer painted a pretty shade of red. She giggles a little, lightly, to herself, though the motion stings her chest, and she soon has to lay back and draw breath.
Content: After a frightening loss of sanity, Yuki took Asuka to the hospital, where she now awakens.
Setting: Aiches Memorial Hospital [H4]
Time: Early morning Wednesday.
Warnings: None.
She awakes to a white world.
White, sterile white, that familiar shade of huelessness, blank canvas walls like ghosts onto which shadows project.
For Asuka, waking up in the hospital is like reliving Groundhog Day. The same white walls, the same clinical odor clawing at her nostrils, the same pangs in her limbs as she rises to launch into battle again.
Except here there is no battle, and with that fact there is no purpose, and with no purpose, no reason for Asuka to be.
She tries not to think about it. She tries not to think about the fact that this hospital doesn't smell particularly medical, either; the air smells more like incense, or some kind of herb. The shattered candy swimmingness in her head seems to have cleared a little, anyway, though she still thinks the hospital walls would look a lot nicer painted a pretty shade of red. She giggles a little, lightly, to herself, though the motion stings her chest, and she soon has to lay back and draw breath.
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She watched as Death went to the girl. Rei didn't know if it was wise to say anything to upset her... She still didn't know this girl. The supposed Second Child. Yet her insanity made Rei believe that she could indeed be a pilot. Psychologists were always around NERV, asking Rei this and that and how she felt and what bothered her. It seemed they were always waiting for her to crack... so it was likely that someone else could have lost their mind, too. Rei wondered if she would have ended up like this girl on the floor.
After a moment of watching her sob, Rei carefully shook her head, "Sorry." It seemed like the thing to say.