[ she is one of the first few out, by some miracle, and so she's able to storm the fuck out of the game tower in her armor without encountering many other people. her fists clench and unclench at her sides as she tries to keep from thinking about the hallucination, but it's stuck on loop in her head, replaying over and over and over and over and over and over and... she stops dead in her tracks, her entire body trembling. ]
[ cr-ACK. she smacks herself. ]
Get a hold of yourself, [ and then she starts walking again. ] you're not some damn n00b, you'd made that jump EZ. [ reaching her garage she denhenshins and starts fumbling for her keys. ]
I know I can do this. [ the ring of keys jingles as she tries and fails to do something as simple as unlocking the door. ] c'MON HANA. [ a dark splatter of blood hits the window as she starts coughing, her fist hitting the side of the car with a lot less force than she had hoped. d- dammit. her knees buckle and she sinks down to the ground, stomach churning and bile rising... n- no, oh no, please, no - fear grips her, flashbacks of what can ( AND WILL ) happen playing and [re]playing before her eyes as she gets sick right then and there. ]
[ her eyes are wet, but she bows her head as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, bangs forming a veil to obscure her tear stained face. she's fine. fucken fine. absolutely god damn fine. ] I... I can... [ another cough, shreds of metal spit into her hand as she climbs to her feet and, once again, fights with the lock. ]
day ??? - post button game.
[ cr-ACK. she smacks herself. ]
Get a hold of yourself, [ and then she starts walking again. ] you're not some damn n00b, you'd made that jump EZ. [ reaching her garage she denhenshins and starts fumbling for her keys. ]
I know I can do this. [ the ring of keys jingles as she tries and fails to do something as simple as unlocking the door. ] c'MON HANA. [ a dark splatter of blood hits the window as she starts coughing, her fist hitting the side of the car with a lot less force than she had hoped. d- dammit. her knees buckle and she sinks down to the ground, stomach churning and bile rising... n- no, oh no, please, no - fear grips her, flashbacks of what can ( AND WILL ) happen playing and [re]playing before her eyes as she gets sick right then and there. ]
[ her eyes are wet, but she bows her head as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, bangs forming a veil to obscure her tear stained face. she's fine. fucken fine. absolutely god damn fine. ] I... I can... [ another cough, shreds of metal spit into her hand as she climbs to her feet and, once again, fights with the lock. ]