http://cracking-wonder.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] cracking-wonder.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2012-07-26 01:59 am
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Detention, Depths of the Castle, Thursday

Another beautiful day had begun in Fandom, not that anyone in detention would have noticed. The lack of sunlight, the pleasant sound of Umbridge's voice, and the slightly stale smell of breakfast were all important aspects to making every day in detention routine! Surely everyone knew that surprises were no fun.

Look, the week was half over already and no one had been taken out and killed so far. That had to count for something, right?
cold_hard_heart: (a girl that's never been)

Re: Visiting Hours [07/26]

[personal profile] cold_hard_heart 2012-07-27 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
After dealing with Raven, Emma had to come check on her newest pet-project. Who did not appear to be doing as well as Emma had left her.

"Rinoa?" she asked softly, getting down on the other girl's level again. "Do you remember me?"

Re: Visiting Hours [07/26]

[identity profile] pinnedherwings.livejournal.com 2012-07-27 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
Angelo was dead. Sookie was dead. Squall had never loved her.

The world was gray, and empty. No one was coming. They were going to die down here. Maybe Sookie had been lucky. She had gone first. The rest of them had to wait.

Could she volunteer? No. Bobby should get to go next. He was half-gone as it was.

Rinoa hadn't even had the strength to scream, when Sookie died. To grab the hell-demon and rip her hair out. She had just ... fallen. Here.

Maybe she wouldn't get up. They could punish you for that. Did it matter?

She noticed a voice and lifted her head. Oh. The nice lady who had made her a garden.

"I broke it," she said. "All the flowers are gone."

Dead. Like Angelo. Like Sookie.
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Re: Visiting Hours [07/26]

[personal profile] cold_hard_heart 2012-07-27 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
"You can't break a garden, darling," Emma soothed. "Flowers grow back again every year. Why do you think you broke it?"

Re: Visiting Hours [07/26]

[identity profile] pinnedherwings.livejournal.com 2012-07-27 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
No. The flowers were never going to grow break. The ground was twisted and dead here. It was wrong. It, like everything else, was the ghost of what once was.

"It's dead," she said. "Everything is dead."

Everyone was dead. They were all dead, here; some of them just didn't know it yet.

She did.