trouble {self}
Sakura was no lover of crowded places, but the human clutter was one of the last things on her mind.
"What's- is it just this building? Cityspire? Do you-- do you know what's happening outside are things alright outside-"
Trouble seeing. Trouble breathing, trouble keeping calm. Lights dark, room heavy with confusion and the air was just as thick. And why were they all herded into here, was it unsafe outside? What was happening? What could be happening, what was so wrong that--
She tapped a random on the shoulder. "Do you know, uh, what'll happen with the hospitals," she said breathlessly, "by, any-chance?" Someone bumped into her. She stumbled forward. Her father was currently in relapse. The stranger didn't know anything. Dammit, today's workout had been going well. The Coliseum hadn't been overly busy either -- what an inconvenience this was indeed...and what the hell did they mean by a security breach-
She whirled around, wriggled her way past a few bodies. Found a new stranger's shoulder.
"Excuse me, are they-"
Pushed aside. Nearly fell over.
"Why are we- -- hello? Do you -- uh--"
Sakura was ignored again.
She gulped and felt very small.
Clenched her fists.
"Excuse me, sir," she began firmly-
"Look, we all know as much as you do, kid-"
The man hurried away. He had very long eyelashes, she'd noticed.
She noticed she was sweating and, frustrated, she slunk through the room to press her back against the wall. Checked her watch. Wondered how long she'd be here, how long it'd be until there were answers. Tried to remember if she'd fed the cat. Scratched the side of her neck.
Sakura slid to a sitting position. Her jacket against the wall made a shhhhh sound. A meek and accidental urge to hush -- even her clothing wasn't keen on the chaos, it seemed.
She brought her knees to her chest. Looked around like some pathetic, scared animal. Then lowered her chin and pretended to be asleep.