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ataraxionlogs2012-09-17 08:45 pm
watashinonamaewa) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-09-17 08:45 pm
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ich suche dich — ich sehne mich
CHARACTERS: Murphy (yardbird) & Cibo (watashinonamaewa)
LOCATION: Level 9 Shower Roomawww yeaaauh
WARNINGS: Naked Cibo. Awkward Murpy.
SUMMARY: Cibo had a bad dweam and wanted to take a shower. :c
NOTES: Interjects this.
The nightmares only worsened as time progressed.
Audio-visual experiences that Cibo had never felt before. Each time, she woke up crying from the terror — with her shoulder in excruciating pain. Her heart ached while her mind would race to separate herself from the dream and into reality again. Once she established that connection, her thoughts would fall upon The City. The Net Terminal Gene. Killy.
The Tranquility had done something strange to Cibo's body. It somehow connected her memory of human emotions directly into her body; Something she would normally be able to separate herself. That seemed impossible to do now. Memories of The City would remind her of the fear she never felt. The pain that never happened. Affection she never realized.
Her nightmares started the same. A corridor that Killy and Cibo once walked together. Killy would always be slightly head, walking faster than Cibo's legs would allow. Her legs were weak and the more she tried pushing forward, the more some invisible force would push back. Her hand reached out and her silent voice would call for him, though he would never hear her. Killy would always turn the same corner. Then the walls of the corridor would collapse and crush Cibo into the next portion of the dream.
The thirty days.
The same thirty days Cibo spent in the elevator with Killy. That ride had just ended when it seemed they stepped into the next corridor. Approached by Silicon Life. They attacked. Next, her vision turned black as she watched her body fall across the hallway. Or was it her head that was falling? Or both? Maeve pounded Killy into a wall just near by. An orb ejected from the ground. Sparked sporadically.
Darkness. Then the screaming.
Fingers fumbled with her device when she broke from the sobbing. Curled in her bed — curled in pain and fear. Eventually, she found her way to the showers of her level. Apply heat to the wound. ...Or was that pressure? She wrapped the device in Scout's grey jacket to protect it from the humidity; Black panties sprawled across the wad of jacket. Soon the hot water ran down her skin and soothed the pain of her shoulder.
In fear of the cold seeping through to her stall, she reached to turn the stalls beside her on. The steam created a barrier of warmth, coaxing her to crouch down under the water and absorb her own heat. The water lessened the physical pain — exposing the emotional pain hidden within.
Quietly, her face leaned into her hands. And the sobbing silently continued.
yardbird) & Cibo (watashinonamaewa)LOCATION: Level 9 Shower Room
WARNINGS: Naked Cibo. Awkward Murpy.
SUMMARY: Cibo had a bad dweam and wanted to take a shower. :c
NOTES: Interjects this.
The nightmares only worsened as time progressed.
Audio-visual experiences that Cibo had never felt before. Each time, she woke up crying from the terror — with her shoulder in excruciating pain. Her heart ached while her mind would race to separate herself from the dream and into reality again. Once she established that connection, her thoughts would fall upon The City. The Net Terminal Gene. Killy.
The Tranquility had done something strange to Cibo's body. It somehow connected her memory of human emotions directly into her body; Something she would normally be able to separate herself. That seemed impossible to do now. Memories of The City would remind her of the fear she never felt. The pain that never happened. Affection she never realized.
Her nightmares started the same. A corridor that Killy and Cibo once walked together. Killy would always be slightly head, walking faster than Cibo's legs would allow. Her legs were weak and the more she tried pushing forward, the more some invisible force would push back. Her hand reached out and her silent voice would call for him, though he would never hear her. Killy would always turn the same corner. Then the walls of the corridor would collapse and crush Cibo into the next portion of the dream.
The thirty days.
The same thirty days Cibo spent in the elevator with Killy. That ride had just ended when it seemed they stepped into the next corridor. Approached by Silicon Life. They attacked. Next, her vision turned black as she watched her body fall across the hallway. Or was it her head that was falling? Or both? Maeve pounded Killy into a wall just near by. An orb ejected from the ground. Sparked sporadically.
Darkness. Then the screaming.
Fingers fumbled with her device when she broke from the sobbing. Curled in her bed — curled in pain and fear. Eventually, she found her way to the showers of her level. Apply heat to the wound. ...Or was that pressure? She wrapped the device in Scout's grey jacket to protect it from the humidity; Black panties sprawled across the wad of jacket. Soon the hot water ran down her skin and soothed the pain of her shoulder.
In fear of the cold seeping through to her stall, she reached to turn the stalls beside her on. The steam created a barrier of warmth, coaxing her to crouch down under the water and absorb her own heat. The water lessened the physical pain — exposing the emotional pain hidden within.
Quietly, her face leaned into her hands. And the sobbing silently continued.
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But still... pants.
Murphy just breathed through his nose, tried pushing out the implications of both their situation as well as the inconvenient setting. Murphy didn't want to think about things like blood and water, or anything else that would have rendered him into a psychological mess at the moment. Cibo didn't need that, anyway.
Trying to keep eye contact for more than half a second, Murphy nodded at her.
"If that's what you want... sure."
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While she turned and made straight for her room, Cibo fell into an odd silence. Her wet feet made a small patting sound against the floor. If she would have closed her eyes to imagine it, the sound would remind her of Killy in some disassociated way. Then again, everything reminded her of Killy in that moment. He created a pain in her chest that she couldn't ignore; She didn't want to go back to the City, but she wanted to be with him.
Cibo came up to her door and it slid open to the recognition of her code. Before she even thought of sitting down, she took the ship's uniformed pants and slipped them on quickly. She figured Murphy would relax now. That they could now sit down because maybe just his presence would help to take her mind off of the City again.
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Cibo was not one of those people. Watching her shift from traumatized despair to this facade that led to awareness and solace left Murphy with something of an emotional whiplash. Not that he was going to say anything about it.
His jaw clamped as he walked, never looking at Cibo directly. This was not merely because of her pantslessness, but a habit altogether. Eye contact, social norms, women in general...
Sometimes, it just didn't seem like any of this was real. That maybe he was still locked up tight, key thrown down a trash chute. He would close his eyes and wake up and find that he was alone all along.
The sounds of Cibo's footfalls reminded him that he may still be asleep.
"You gonna be alright?" He didn't want to just drop her off in her room if she was going to have another episode like that.