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thecapitol2014-04-14 11:27 pm
pythianjudgment) wrote in thecapitol2014-04-14 11:27 pm
I sense it now, the water's getting deep
Who| Terezi, OPEN
What| Terezi's back from the mini-arena and there's a lot on her mind.
Where| District 3 suites
When| After the mini-arena plot, before Thicker Than Blood [backdated a little]
Warnings/Notes| Mentions of drowning, but that's probably it.
For the first time, returning from an arena, Terezi isn't faced with the overwhelming sense that she needs to apologize for her actions. There's no hurt or betrayal. Well... maybe a little. She's still not entirely sure what was up with Susannah, but that doesn't sting so much, since she barely knows the girl.
Instead, Terezi's mind is preoccupied with other things. Other regrets. She heads back to her district suite and promptly folds herself neatly into one of the couches. The TV is on, but she doesn't seem to be paying attention to it. It's just noise, compared to the thoughts rolling around in her head.
She should have picked a different trap, she thinks. It had seemed so simple at the time to meet the deep water with haste rather than caution. She could have swam more carefully and avoid the things that grasped and clawed beneath her treading. The traps in the District 3 section might have been quicker. Electrocution was a pretty fast way to go, albeit rather painful. But she didn't think any of those deaths were going to be pain-free. That wasn't how the capitol played it's game. Time had been running out, either way. It was so quick and so easy to feign carelessness. To make her actions look like panic rather than suicide. She hadn't regretted anything in that arena--not until something had snatched her and dragged her under.
She shudders a little at the recollection, wraps her arms around herself and breathes deep--reminding herself that she still can. Drowning had been a horrible way to go. Once underwater, her struggles hadn't been feigned in the least. She fought her hardest to get back to the surface, to try something else. Fought until her lungs burned and panic set in at being so thoroughly blind. Fought until she finally tried to gasp for air that she couldn't reach. She'd been scared--that it wouldn't be entertaining or convincing enough, that they wouldn't bring her back. But it was, and they did. Or they were lying to begin with. Either way, she's here and she doesn't care to figure out which it was just yet.
All she really cares about is existing right now, breathing deep and trying not to remember the feeling of the water around her. It's going to be a while before she can stand to get wet again.
What| Terezi's back from the mini-arena and there's a lot on her mind.
Where| District 3 suites
When| After the mini-arena plot, before Thicker Than Blood [backdated a little]
Warnings/Notes| Mentions of drowning, but that's probably it.
For the first time, returning from an arena, Terezi isn't faced with the overwhelming sense that she needs to apologize for her actions. There's no hurt or betrayal. Well... maybe a little. She's still not entirely sure what was up with Susannah, but that doesn't sting so much, since she barely knows the girl.
Instead, Terezi's mind is preoccupied with other things. Other regrets. She heads back to her district suite and promptly folds herself neatly into one of the couches. The TV is on, but she doesn't seem to be paying attention to it. It's just noise, compared to the thoughts rolling around in her head.
She should have picked a different trap, she thinks. It had seemed so simple at the time to meet the deep water with haste rather than caution. She could have swam more carefully and avoid the things that grasped and clawed beneath her treading. The traps in the District 3 section might have been quicker. Electrocution was a pretty fast way to go, albeit rather painful. But she didn't think any of those deaths were going to be pain-free. That wasn't how the capitol played it's game. Time had been running out, either way. It was so quick and so easy to feign carelessness. To make her actions look like panic rather than suicide. She hadn't regretted anything in that arena--not until something had snatched her and dragged her under.
She shudders a little at the recollection, wraps her arms around herself and breathes deep--reminding herself that she still can. Drowning had been a horrible way to go. Once underwater, her struggles hadn't been feigned in the least. She fought her hardest to get back to the surface, to try something else. Fought until her lungs burned and panic set in at being so thoroughly blind. Fought until she finally tried to gasp for air that she couldn't reach. She'd been scared--that it wouldn't be entertaining or convincing enough, that they wouldn't bring her back. But it was, and they did. Or they were lying to begin with. Either way, she's here and she doesn't care to figure out which it was just yet.
All she really cares about is existing right now, breathing deep and trying not to remember the feeling of the water around her. It's going to be a while before she can stand to get wet again.