Post by RohaHat on Nov 13, 2009 22:56:20 GMT -5
Real sad one this time! D: Sorry I'm focusing on Nalo but I wanted to experiment with narrating it from her view, and I had this idea, and stuuuff... sorry guys. DX IF YOU DON'T LIKE NALO, DON'T READ, SIMPLE AS. (Actually on second thought, Nalo gets hurt in this one, you might like to read it.) Title from thenocturne, yaaay! She has the best titles. x3 Mine are all one word crud or something. Also I think this is my longest one so far.
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Grey.
Grey all around.
Grey in the walls, grey in the bars on the door, grey in the bars on the window. Grey on the floor. And grey in my dirty skin. But I don’t belong here.
How long has it been? The minutes are dragging by. It must’ve been a few hours at least, since the battle.
It wasn’t their fault. It was a vicious battle, and with so many fighting, it was understandable that the others wouldn’t notice if someone went missing.
It doesn’t ease the pain, though. Here I am, trapped. I’m looking at the bars on the door and the window, and wondering if I could cut through them. But my captors are smart. They’ve told me that there’s an electric current running through them. And there’s no way I can test it without killing myself. I don’t want to take that risk.
Oh hey, speak of the devil, here they come. They enter the cell leisurely at first, then notice I’ve done a number on the chain around my ankle and quickly close the door behind them. It’s not much of a door, it’s all bars, I can see right out into the corridor. There’re more cells like this one, I hate to think of what they all get used for.
The bastards are speaking. They look almost as bland as this damned cell. I can’t understand them though; they’re talking in their own language, and I haven’t had chance to absorb it from them. It’s all gibberish to me. I’m catching odd words though, but nothing that enlightens me. The questioning tone is evident, too. They want information, it’s obvious. But I don’t know what they want, and can’t give it to them anyway.
… The smaller one’s got a whip.
I only notice when he suddenly snaps, lifting it up and bringing it down across my body. The sound goes straight through me, and I’m not even sure it’s hit me at first. Blasted delay. The sudden pain is indescribable, and the alien only caught the top of my arm! I clutch at the wound, grasping at the damaged skin, as if I could rip the pain right out. But I can’t, and can only bite back tears as I make a shaky attempt to establish eye contact with my captor. Show no fear. Pfft, good luck with that Nalo.
He’s questioning again. I can’t answer. How stupid do you have to be to pick the girl who can’t talk? …Then again, at least I couldn’t possibly tell them anything, even if I wanted to. The whip comes up again, this time managing to catch my other arm, torso, and thigh. My breath is coming in short, sharp gasps, heck I’m hardly breathing at all. I can’t when it feels like a white hot poker is slicing into my flesh.
I force myself to look up at them again, my eyesight heavily hindered by the tears flowing from them. Through my pain-filled haze though, I notice a blob of colour, somewhere outside. I try and fail to focus on it, and realise there’s another. At first I think I’m hallucinating, but then the alien before me strikes me a third time. I don’t even know where it hit me, the pain seems to merge into one huge blur of fire all across my skin.
But the moment that crack of the whip was heard, the door was blasted open by a multicoloured explosion. More colourful shapes had appeared, and despite my slowly slipping out of consciousness, I recognised some of the voices. But I couldn’t match them with any other information in my mind. Not now. Feeling oddly intoxicated, I briefly wondered why they didn’t use the doorknob, before my vision dimmed completely, and the sounds around me became white noise, gradually fading away.
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OUCH.
Oh no wait it doesn’t hurt so bad…
Why can’t I see?
Wait, maybe if I open my eyes… provided they’re still there…
Slowly, ever so slowly, the girl’s silvery eyelids slid open, revealing the golden orbs beneath, shaking slightly as they tried to focus on the ceiling tiles above. She’d barely had the time to blink and recollect her thoughts when she was bombarded from all sides.
“She’s awake!”
“Really?!”
“Oh my gosh, are you feeling okay?!”
“Does it still hurt?”
“Oh yeah, real sympathetic, Cyril…”
Crowded around the bed was everyone involved in the search-and-rescue mission, which was basically everyone involved in the battle from before. The constant inquiries on her health quickly became an irritating buzz, and the girl just turned onto her side, tugging the pillow out from under her head and pressing it on top of it instead. The questions faltered, then started up again.
“Are you okay?”
“Do you need anything?”
Go away…
Her face peeked out from under the pillow, an apparently grumpy expression on her face. Glancing around, she noticed a pen on the side, with some paper. Quick to create a small limb and grab the pen, she scrawled something on the paper.
Her friends scarcely had time to read it before she dropped the pen onto the desk and resumed her former position under the pillow.
The paper read, “Let me sleep some more.”
They felt it wise to leave her alone for now.
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A few hours later, Nalo awoke once more, feeling somewhat better but still with a dull ache of a pain lingering all over her now quite tender body.
The girl moved a little in place, trying her best to stretch her limbs without actually moving that much, which proved to be a difficult task. As she fell limp again, she became aware of the quiet murmuring of conversation close by. Just as she began to sit up in order to see better, the murmuring stopped, and their source bounded closer to the bed.
“Nalo!” they exclaimed simultaneously, the small blue alien climbing onto the bed beside her, and the taller yellow one standing beside.
“Are… are you okay?” The way he spoke, Etoile seemed like he was choosing his words very carefully. Just as Nalo began to nod slowly, the boy burst into a worried rant, stuttering over his words as he tried to speak.
“Oh boy I was so worried!! When we couldn’t find you I-I didn’t know what to do! I was so scared something bad had happened to you! Y-You could’ve been d-d-d-d-y-y’know or anything!” He continued on like that for maybe a whole minute, before he finally seemed to calm down. At some point during his speech, his hands had found their way to where one of Nalo’s would be if she had them, at the end of her arms. He held it tightly, his blue eyes shimmering with residual fear.
Stood at the end of the bed, one pair of hands clasped behind his back, Nebulos swayed from side to side a little, feeling rather uncomfortably intrusive during the event.
“Umm…” he spoke randomly, involuntarily trying to draw some attention to himself. Etoile glanced at the boy and became even more flustered.
“He was really worried too!” he exclaimed, pointing at the hexapod. “And so was everyone else!!”
Nalo just remained motionless, her eyes wide by normal standards, flitting back and forth between the two boys. Her gaze suddenly diverted to a nearby window, then she scoured the room for a clock. It was well after midnight, she wasn’t surprised the others had left. Still fatigued from the events of the day, she gave Etoile a tired, pleading glance as she slid lower in the bed again. Both boys understood what she was asking for. Peace and quiet.
“Do you want us to leave?” Nebulos broke the silence, gazing at Nalo with almost a curious expression, his antennae flickering softly in the dim light of the medical room. The girl just shrugged lightly, turning away and resting her head against the pillow once more, closing her eyes.
Laying there, still vaguely aware of her surroundings, she was sure she could sense some silent communication going on between the two boys. The little one hopped off the bed, and the scampering of tiny feet on the floor only highlighted his exit.
It took her a few moments to add it up, but she noticed that she hadn’t heard Etoile leaving. He was usually soft footed, but surely she’d hear something? Mentally shrugging it off, she let her thoughts cloud over, only to hear the creak of something leaning on the metal railing which bordered the bed. Too tired to investigate, she was fully prepared to ignore it, when she heard a soft voice.
“Sleep well, Nalo.” The quiet comment seemed to linger in her mind for a few moments before fading away, and was accompanied by a gentle peck on the cheek. As she felt the body move back, her eyes opened slighty, and glanced in the general direction of the footsteps that were now leaving the room. “Feel better soon,” was just audible as the feet continued out into the corridor. Her cheeks glowing a white blush, her features near melted as she, quite contently, let her eyes slide shut, almost instantaneously drifting off to sleep. Again.
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Grey.
Grey all around.
Grey in the walls, grey in the bars on the door, grey in the bars on the window. Grey on the floor. And grey in my dirty skin. But I don’t belong here.
How long has it been? The minutes are dragging by. It must’ve been a few hours at least, since the battle.
It wasn’t their fault. It was a vicious battle, and with so many fighting, it was understandable that the others wouldn’t notice if someone went missing.
It doesn’t ease the pain, though. Here I am, trapped. I’m looking at the bars on the door and the window, and wondering if I could cut through them. But my captors are smart. They’ve told me that there’s an electric current running through them. And there’s no way I can test it without killing myself. I don’t want to take that risk.
Oh hey, speak of the devil, here they come. They enter the cell leisurely at first, then notice I’ve done a number on the chain around my ankle and quickly close the door behind them. It’s not much of a door, it’s all bars, I can see right out into the corridor. There’re more cells like this one, I hate to think of what they all get used for.
The bastards are speaking. They look almost as bland as this damned cell. I can’t understand them though; they’re talking in their own language, and I haven’t had chance to absorb it from them. It’s all gibberish to me. I’m catching odd words though, but nothing that enlightens me. The questioning tone is evident, too. They want information, it’s obvious. But I don’t know what they want, and can’t give it to them anyway.
… The smaller one’s got a whip.
I only notice when he suddenly snaps, lifting it up and bringing it down across my body. The sound goes straight through me, and I’m not even sure it’s hit me at first. Blasted delay. The sudden pain is indescribable, and the alien only caught the top of my arm! I clutch at the wound, grasping at the damaged skin, as if I could rip the pain right out. But I can’t, and can only bite back tears as I make a shaky attempt to establish eye contact with my captor. Show no fear. Pfft, good luck with that Nalo.
He’s questioning again. I can’t answer. How stupid do you have to be to pick the girl who can’t talk? …Then again, at least I couldn’t possibly tell them anything, even if I wanted to. The whip comes up again, this time managing to catch my other arm, torso, and thigh. My breath is coming in short, sharp gasps, heck I’m hardly breathing at all. I can’t when it feels like a white hot poker is slicing into my flesh.
I force myself to look up at them again, my eyesight heavily hindered by the tears flowing from them. Through my pain-filled haze though, I notice a blob of colour, somewhere outside. I try and fail to focus on it, and realise there’s another. At first I think I’m hallucinating, but then the alien before me strikes me a third time. I don’t even know where it hit me, the pain seems to merge into one huge blur of fire all across my skin.
But the moment that crack of the whip was heard, the door was blasted open by a multicoloured explosion. More colourful shapes had appeared, and despite my slowly slipping out of consciousness, I recognised some of the voices. But I couldn’t match them with any other information in my mind. Not now. Feeling oddly intoxicated, I briefly wondered why they didn’t use the doorknob, before my vision dimmed completely, and the sounds around me became white noise, gradually fading away.
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OUCH.
Oh no wait it doesn’t hurt so bad…
Why can’t I see?
Wait, maybe if I open my eyes… provided they’re still there…
Slowly, ever so slowly, the girl’s silvery eyelids slid open, revealing the golden orbs beneath, shaking slightly as they tried to focus on the ceiling tiles above. She’d barely had the time to blink and recollect her thoughts when she was bombarded from all sides.
“She’s awake!”
“Really?!”
“Oh my gosh, are you feeling okay?!”
“Does it still hurt?”
“Oh yeah, real sympathetic, Cyril…”
Crowded around the bed was everyone involved in the search-and-rescue mission, which was basically everyone involved in the battle from before. The constant inquiries on her health quickly became an irritating buzz, and the girl just turned onto her side, tugging the pillow out from under her head and pressing it on top of it instead. The questions faltered, then started up again.
“Are you okay?”
“Do you need anything?”
Go away…
Her face peeked out from under the pillow, an apparently grumpy expression on her face. Glancing around, she noticed a pen on the side, with some paper. Quick to create a small limb and grab the pen, she scrawled something on the paper.
Her friends scarcely had time to read it before she dropped the pen onto the desk and resumed her former position under the pillow.
The paper read, “Let me sleep some more.”
They felt it wise to leave her alone for now.
---
A few hours later, Nalo awoke once more, feeling somewhat better but still with a dull ache of a pain lingering all over her now quite tender body.
The girl moved a little in place, trying her best to stretch her limbs without actually moving that much, which proved to be a difficult task. As she fell limp again, she became aware of the quiet murmuring of conversation close by. Just as she began to sit up in order to see better, the murmuring stopped, and their source bounded closer to the bed.
“Nalo!” they exclaimed simultaneously, the small blue alien climbing onto the bed beside her, and the taller yellow one standing beside.
“Are… are you okay?” The way he spoke, Etoile seemed like he was choosing his words very carefully. Just as Nalo began to nod slowly, the boy burst into a worried rant, stuttering over his words as he tried to speak.
“Oh boy I was so worried!! When we couldn’t find you I-I didn’t know what to do! I was so scared something bad had happened to you! Y-You could’ve been d-d-d-d-y-y’know or anything!” He continued on like that for maybe a whole minute, before he finally seemed to calm down. At some point during his speech, his hands had found their way to where one of Nalo’s would be if she had them, at the end of her arms. He held it tightly, his blue eyes shimmering with residual fear.
Stood at the end of the bed, one pair of hands clasped behind his back, Nebulos swayed from side to side a little, feeling rather uncomfortably intrusive during the event.
“Umm…” he spoke randomly, involuntarily trying to draw some attention to himself. Etoile glanced at the boy and became even more flustered.
“He was really worried too!” he exclaimed, pointing at the hexapod. “And so was everyone else!!”
Nalo just remained motionless, her eyes wide by normal standards, flitting back and forth between the two boys. Her gaze suddenly diverted to a nearby window, then she scoured the room for a clock. It was well after midnight, she wasn’t surprised the others had left. Still fatigued from the events of the day, she gave Etoile a tired, pleading glance as she slid lower in the bed again. Both boys understood what she was asking for. Peace and quiet.
“Do you want us to leave?” Nebulos broke the silence, gazing at Nalo with almost a curious expression, his antennae flickering softly in the dim light of the medical room. The girl just shrugged lightly, turning away and resting her head against the pillow once more, closing her eyes.
Laying there, still vaguely aware of her surroundings, she was sure she could sense some silent communication going on between the two boys. The little one hopped off the bed, and the scampering of tiny feet on the floor only highlighted his exit.
It took her a few moments to add it up, but she noticed that she hadn’t heard Etoile leaving. He was usually soft footed, but surely she’d hear something? Mentally shrugging it off, she let her thoughts cloud over, only to hear the creak of something leaning on the metal railing which bordered the bed. Too tired to investigate, she was fully prepared to ignore it, when she heard a soft voice.
“Sleep well, Nalo.” The quiet comment seemed to linger in her mind for a few moments before fading away, and was accompanied by a gentle peck on the cheek. As she felt the body move back, her eyes opened slighty, and glanced in the general direction of the footsteps that were now leaving the room. “Feel better soon,” was just audible as the feet continued out into the corridor. Her cheeks glowing a white blush, her features near melted as she, quite contently, let her eyes slide shut, almost instantaneously drifting off to sleep. Again.
But still so sad T.T
But the second part, oh the second part was SO lovely and sweet! <3 Etolie is such a sweetie! 
