A. GRAVITY COUCHES [she had gone to bed under the stars, and she wakes up with a tube shoved down her throat and her skin feeling cold and numb. this is a nightmare, she will wake up, she will be back outside, back where she free.
but as the tube retracts and the familiar blue goo recedes she knows it's real and she knows she's back and how could she have forgotten.
in an angry panic she unceremoniously falls from the couch, vomiting blue-tinged bile onto the sterile floor. no.
no no no no.
she grits her teeth in anger and rolls to the side, lying naked on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. she shuts her eyes, rubbing the heels of her hands against them. she was tired, she had her field, why was she back in hell.]
B. THE LOCKERS [after the initial despair she's back in her routine. her number is different, her locker number is different, and as she slams her new locker open she notices familiar contents.
and some new ones.
the most jarring being a crow in a cage propped up on a stack of buckets. it caws at her and she jerks back.
...she wasn't exacting that.]
C. SHOWERS BUT THIS IS ONLY FOR WHEATLEY OH NO. [she slips off into the showers when she expects everyone else to not be showering. she's tired, she's angry as hell, and she just wants to be alone.
the contents of her locker have been dropped off in her new room, and it's just her and the water running down her tired, scarred back. she rests her forehead against the tile and just glares down at her toes.]
YOU CAN PROSE IT UP IF YOU WANT
[she had gone to bed under the stars, and she wakes up with a tube shoved down her throat and her skin feeling cold and numb. this is a nightmare, she will wake up, she will be back outside, back where she free.
but as the tube retracts and the familiar blue goo recedes she knows it's real and she knows she's back and how could she have forgotten.
in an angry panic she unceremoniously falls from the couch, vomiting blue-tinged bile onto the sterile floor. no.
no no no no.
she grits her teeth in anger and rolls to the side, lying naked on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. she shuts her eyes, rubbing the heels of her hands against them. she was tired, she had her field, why was she back in hell.]
B. THE LOCKERS
[after the initial despair she's back in her routine. her number is different, her locker number is different, and as she slams her new locker open she notices familiar contents.
and some new ones.
the most jarring being a crow in a cage propped up on a stack of buckets. it caws at her and she jerks back.
...she wasn't exacting that.]
C. SHOWERS BUT THIS IS ONLY FOR WHEATLEY OH NO.
[she slips off into the showers when she expects everyone else to not be showering. she's tired, she's angry as hell, and she just wants to be alone.
the contents of her locker have been dropped off in her new room, and it's just her and the water running down her tired, scarred back. she rests her forehead against the tile and just glares down at her toes.]