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locked_down2018-05-27 08:42 am
lockdownmods) wrote in locked_down2018-05-27 08:42 am
[Entrance Exam] Week Two
A new week dawns. Not much seems to have changed, huh? Despite the excitement, your 'exam' continues. However, that doesn't mean that everything is the same. waking up on Sunday morning, it would seem that your tasks application has been updated. The old ones are gone and there are several new jobs for you to take on should you so wish.
It would be nice if this week ended even more uneventful than the last but...
Well even if it isn't, at least you shouldn't be bored.
As you did before, you still have the opportunity to speak with Vivienne during her office hours as well. Make the most of your last week with your fellow Prospects. Or don't. It's all up to you.
It would be nice if this week ended even more uneventful than the last but...
Well even if it isn't, at least you shouldn't be bored.
As you did before, you still have the opportunity to speak with Vivienne during her office hours as well. Make the most of your last week with your fellow Prospects. Or don't. It's all up to you.
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Of course Nine doesn't believe him, which he pays for dearly a few seconds later. He doesn't need much help in recalling his past, it haunts him every night, it haunts him whenever a certain scent reminds him of the medical sterilization of that place. Usually he had a warning before his migraines came on, but here all he can do is grit his teeth, force his eyes shut and clutch his head. The sounds and screams of the past and present were all too loud, like daggers wedged between his ears and in the crevices of his mind.
When they've subsided enough that he can move and try to focus, he only has one thing on his mind: Twelve, he needs to find Twelve. At least he was used to dealing with these visions with some semblance of frequency, something he never considered fortunate until now. Before he leaves he has a comment though, something he needs to make clear. ]
Don't kid yourself, nothing about this is heroic.
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His dreams of past failings never seem to manifest as violently as Nine's. Nine tenses in his pain, but Twelve looks like he's lost in a trance.
It's in the silence that rings out, the feathers that float on the noise he can't hear but should, watching as one by one the colors--the voices--grow more chaotic and frantic before suddenly vanishing. That loss of color always feels like a punch to the chest. One more crayon gone from the pack of twenty-six, and it never gets any easier.
Feeling Nine move under his arm helps stir Twelve further, enough to catch most of what Nine says. The words sting at old regrets, but the blue they're wrapped in is all he needs to pull himself together again. Enough to put up a front, something that could last until they're behind closed doors.
In lieu of words, Twelve tugs on his arm slightly, just enough to bring Nine's attention towards him, before flicking his eyes towards the door.]
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They need to leave before another episode comes on again, before he sees her eyes again, bright despite the burning flames. He can manage to get them back to their room if they leave now and for once he doesn't care about appearances or pushing down feelings that shouldn't be. Wordlessly he takes Twelve's hand, something he's only done on the nights when the institute was filled with a cacophonous chorus of screams that seemed to have no end.
Let's go. ]
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And whatever this development in their stay here brings, they'll survive it like every other tribulation in their lives. Together.]