Detention, Depths of the Castle, Friday

[bigdamnprisoner.livejournal.com]

So, one of the important things to realize about detention was that the monotony of everyone's daily lives was part of the punishment. That meant that even though someone had died yesterday, the day's schedule didn't change a bit.

After all, most of your little lives just weren't that important in the grand scheme of things.

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Re: Visiting Hours [07/27]

[pinnedherwings.livejournal.com]

Rinoa didn't bother to be scared of the visitors. She had nothing left to fear. Sookie's warm safe calm was gone. Angelo was dead. Squall had never loved her. They were all going to die down here.

She already knew those things were true. They couldn't show her anything else that would hurt.

She stroked the shirt-lump in her lap and crooned at it, soft lullabies from when she was a little girl. Her mother had sung to her every night, back before the car accident. It was safe to think of her mother. She was dead, too.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/27]

[poison-pretty.livejournal.com]

Mother Night. Rinoa was going to be the hardest to face of them all.

"Rinoa?" she whispered softly, watching her friend hum and pet a piece of dirty fabric. "Rinoa, I was hoping to talk to you?"

Apologize, beg forgiveness, grovel...you know. Stuff like that.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/27]

[pinnedherwings.livejournal.com]

Someone was talking to her. Oh! Oh, it was Karla. She was back. Back? She thought Karla had left.

Maybe she hadn't left and Rinoa had just been Away. She was sorry. She'd try not to do that.

"Woof," said the shirt-lump.

"I got a new puppy," Rinoa explained.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/27]

[poison-pretty.livejournal.com]

"It's--it's--" Karla tried to compliment the puppy and couldn't. Just couldn't. "That's not a puppy, Rinoa," she said, doing her damndest to keep the quaver from her voice. "That's a shirt."

Re: Visiting Hours [07/27]

[pinnedherwings.livejournal.com]

Rinoa's eyes managed, with effort, to focus on Karla.

"I know that," she said, as if she thought Karla was a simpleton. Of course it was a shirt. "My real puppy's dead."

Re: Visiting Hours [07/27]

[poison-pretty.livejournal.com]

No, she's not! I lied to you yesterday! Angelo's alive and Leon is still fighting and loves you and worries for you! They're fine, I promise, they're fine, please don't be like this!

That was what Karla wanted to say. Desperately, achingly wanted to say. But she couldn't say that aloud, not and keep her cover. And when she opened her mind to tell Rinoa psychically, she was rebuffed by a whirlwind of grief and anguish and madness unless that's too moddy and then I will erase.

"Maybe...maybe you can still see her again?"

Re: Visiting Hours [07/27]

[pinnedherwings.livejournal.com]

Karla seemed really upset about this. But it was okay. Everything was okay. Nothing was, so everything was. It was simple.

"I don't need to," Rinoa said. "I have this dog now. She's not real so she can't die."

Rinoa was only pretending that the shirt loved her. But that was what she had done with Squall, too.

(NOT MODDY AT ALL ♥)

Re: Visiting Hours [07/27]

[poison-pretty.livejournal.com]

"I'm glad you have something to can keep near you to love," Karla said, hoping that anyone watching would just assume that she was treading lightly because of Rinoa's obvious break with sanity. They didn't need another Sookie situation, did they? "Keep her extra-close, okay? It's important."

That was the closest she could come to delivering her message.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/27]

[pinnedherwings.livejournal.com]

Rinoa nodded, absent-mindedly. "I won't let go of her."

Sooner or later, someone would take this puppy, too. At least this one wouldn't die. She would hold on as long as she could.