[size=9pt]He sat alone at the door for mere moments. One second, two, three. But his surroundings grew on him, suffocating in their emptiness and vastness, and suddenly he wanted to be on the other side of the door more than he wanted anything else in the world. Anxiety tickled at his throat, clasped its hands around his neck until he was forced to focus on his breathing. In, out. In, out. It wasn't working.
A voice. Versailles. Relief hit him, and he sat up quick, pressing himself against the other side of the door to listen. Instantly, he felt better. She was going to open the door, he'd get inside, get some help. But then, he heard it; 'We're locked inside.' For a moment, he stood, completely shocked, and stared at the space between where the door and the wall met, but then it all caught up to him. "What the fuck? I leave for 4 fucking days!" He didn't really know how long he'd been gone for. An educated guess.
He forces himself to listen to what Versailles has to say, despite the frustration and panic that was beginning to crawl up his back. Her words comforted him, if only slightly. At least he had Suite and Shininglight. Maybe Shining could take a look at him, make sure he lived long enough to see the door finally open. He hears the voice ask if he's alright, and realizes he's completely forgotten his state. Torn up side, neck caked in blood, one eye shut tight and crimson. He didn't want to tell them. He swallowed, cleared his voice in an effort to make it sound... Better. It didn't work. "I'm-- I'm fine." he said, stumbling over his words, and left it at that.
Hazels voice came and it distracted him from the pain, momentarily. He smiled slightly, a moment of warmth after days of nothing, and rested his head against the cold metal. "I mean whatever-the-fuck. Pretty sure it's Gatorade. All that star shit is made up, anyway." Maybe not the best thing to say to such an astrology-oriented Clan, but Moon had never been subtle with his statements on stars, either. He was half joking.
He opens his mouth to ask some questions, but then he sees that one half robot guy approaching and he quietens himself. Washington is dealing with serious stuff, getting down to business in the time they have to speak to the others the other side of the door. Moon tries to listen -- he does -- but his brain is too muddled, too slow to keep up with the creature's words, so he stares off into the distance with one eye and rests his head back against the metal. "I went vacationing." Replies the young lion, deadpan, once Washington turns to him, voice unusually bitter and spiteful. Everything fucking hurts. But it's fine. He's fine. They need to open the goddamn door.
"Bast in there with you? Does he not have some big red Astral Seraph button he can press? Rewire the mechanics, or something?" Not exactly the most helpful words. More cynical, than anything. "To think I thought I was the dumb one."
A voice. Versailles. Relief hit him, and he sat up quick, pressing himself against the other side of the door to listen. Instantly, he felt better. She was going to open the door, he'd get inside, get some help. But then, he heard it; 'We're locked inside.' For a moment, he stood, completely shocked, and stared at the space between where the door and the wall met, but then it all caught up to him. "What the fuck? I leave for 4 fucking days!" He didn't really know how long he'd been gone for. An educated guess.
He forces himself to listen to what Versailles has to say, despite the frustration and panic that was beginning to crawl up his back. Her words comforted him, if only slightly. At least he had Suite and Shininglight. Maybe Shining could take a look at him, make sure he lived long enough to see the door finally open. He hears the voice ask if he's alright, and realizes he's completely forgotten his state. Torn up side, neck caked in blood, one eye shut tight and crimson. He didn't want to tell them. He swallowed, cleared his voice in an effort to make it sound... Better. It didn't work. "I'm-- I'm fine." he said, stumbling over his words, and left it at that.
Hazels voice came and it distracted him from the pain, momentarily. He smiled slightly, a moment of warmth after days of nothing, and rested his head against the cold metal. "I mean whatever-the-fuck. Pretty sure it's Gatorade. All that star shit is made up, anyway." Maybe not the best thing to say to such an astrology-oriented Clan, but Moon had never been subtle with his statements on stars, either. He was half joking.
He opens his mouth to ask some questions, but then he sees that one half robot guy approaching and he quietens himself. Washington is dealing with serious stuff, getting down to business in the time they have to speak to the others the other side of the door. Moon tries to listen -- he does -- but his brain is too muddled, too slow to keep up with the creature's words, so he stares off into the distance with one eye and rests his head back against the metal. "I went vacationing." Replies the young lion, deadpan, once Washington turns to him, voice unusually bitter and spiteful. Everything fucking hurts. But it's fine. He's fine. They need to open the goddamn door.
"Bast in there with you? Does he not have some big red Astral Seraph button he can press? Rewire the mechanics, or something?" Not exactly the most helpful words. More cynical, than anything. "To think I thought I was the dumb one."
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