pilot_princess: (one for sorrow)
Anemone ([personal profile] pilot_princess) wrote in [community profile] discedo_logs2010-07-17 10:39 pm
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a stumbling cliched case, crumpled and puffy faced

Who: Anemone [[livejournal.com profile] pilot_princess] and Zoro [[livejournal.com profile] gavemyword]
Where: Outside
When: Saturday evening
Rating: PG ish?
Summary: They're both lost. She decides they can be lost together for a little while.
the log:

Waking in the hospital, fully healed, meant only one thing: death had occurred. And unlike the other times, there wasn't a communicator sitting on the bed next to her. Had she really died? She could remember a depression-glazed view of lasers zipping by, and panicking people. And then the ground rumbled. Something zipped in her direction...

But what would that have been?

She could only assume it meant death. Shinji would be disappointed when he found out. And Gulliver, did anyone take him for his walk? Or even to pee outside? Did she leave the door cracked? She could not remember, mind still hazy and confused. So if she had died, this would be the third time it had happened to her; she would come back, as she always had. What luck. The one time she finally mustered enough energy to peel herself away from her dusty rug and see the chaos outside, she would be whisked away to a temporary afterlife.

...ah well, that was the life of Discedo, wasn't it?

As she crept through the halls of the hospital, her mind drifted to thoughts of Dominic, entertaining mental imagery of his reaction if he were there. He'd panic so fast that she was just gone, wouldn't he? And he'd be there, on the steps of the hospital, pacing and waiting for the moment she walked out. He wasn't a lapdog, but he would have a horrible way of proving it. Probably even sitting with Gulliver with the same mopey look.

She pushed open the front doors, to the sight of no Dominic. After all... he left.

With a soft sigh, she stared at the dirt path under her shoes and dragged her heels on the way towards Horton or the bar, wherever she ended up first.