[Rally 4: START!] It's hard when things get messy [OPEN]
Of this hotel, of the others, and especially of the little hoops that robot and her lackey made them go through that ensured that at least two people wouldn’t see the end of. How long had they even been in this hotel? A month? Two months? Time seemed to have no concept here, given that they weren’t allowed outside. Not that it mattered, since all the events that had occurred had ruined any concept of time that she had previously had-which hadn’t been much to begin with.
All the murders, trials and executions had taken most of her energy from her; it was getting harder to hold onto the belief that any day now, they would be freed from this place. Even if they came now, six people were dead. That was already a loss in of itself, since those people had family that would surely miss them. She thought to her own family; her dear sisters. Were they alright? They must surely have noticed that her absence was unusual. Maybe they were getting people together to look for them? Who knows.
In the meantime, she had to deal with the remainder of her class-and if she wanted to be realistic for one in her life, she wasn’t sure she could make sure they got out of here safely. Half of them she barely knew or had never talked to before. The other half, well… probably hated her guts. And really, she absolutely deserved it. What kind of idiot just takes the object they were told not to take and takes off? Her, apparently. Her attempt had all been for naught anyway-the neck wound was healing but it still kind of hurt, dammit-and because she hadn’t tried hard enough,two people had died.
She’d retreated to her room for the remainder of the day, not even making it to the bed and simply laying on the floor, willing in vain for this to all go away. Of course it hadn’t and she woke up just as miserable as before. But now wasn’t the time to wallow. New areas were open and she may as well go through the motions of looking around. Besides, even if she felt like shit, she hated to sit still.
And so this is how Yui found herself in the infirmary, tending to the cut she’d received from trying to cut that stupid apple. She hadn’t meant to come here, of course, but after taking a short swim in the new pool, the stinging that had come from it had been a swift reminder. Thankfully, it hadn’t gotten infected or anything, it just stung from the saltwater. She quickly got to it, getting bandages to wrap the wound in and disinfectant-just in case, you know. Unfortunately, she’d forgotten how much it stung and upon pouring some of it on her wound to clean it, a small bout of pain shot up her arm. Reflexively, she lashed out, sending the contents on the counter to the floor. Beakers smashed, tins full of bandages clattered, and papers floated to the ground and above it all, she let out a frustrated yell.
“Oh-shit! For fuck’s sake-”
She hissed, letting the disinfectant do its job before finally wrapping her finger up and crouching down to try and clean up the mess she’d made. Jesus, there was so much shit. She really fucked up again, huh? Picking up the pieces of a beaker, she heard the door open-probably someone who had heard the crash and came rushing in, thinking someone was being murdered. Well, whatever. She went back to trying to pick up all the pieces of glass off the floor, barely acknowledging the newcomer.
“Don’t come in yet-there’s still a lot of glass on the floor.”
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