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False Awakening; because psyche terms are kind of scientific
Topic Started: Aug 8 2010, 12:51 PM (4,381 Views)
Gwbiii
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((G003 - Xu, Hui "Sarah" START))


Sarah ran off the train, out onto the platform and back into the train again a few carriages up. She was heading for the cargo hold. In it, was something she needed. She couldn't remember what, or why, and the fact the train was so wide back here, at least twice as much as it was earlier, didn't cross her mind. It was more like a miniature hangar than a caboose, really, and the doors were open on either side as the city streamed past. The heat from the sun stroked her face as she looked out one of the windows at the tracks shifting past. Until suddenly all went dark, and she realised it was morning.

She reached out for her alarm clock, turned it off and then reached for her glasses. She reconsidered her search when all her hand found were the pencils on her side table. She rolled over... She felt like she'd had the worst night, and burying her head in her pillow seemed like a really nice idea. But instead of the soft downy comfort of her favourite pillow she found herself getting a face full of sand. She pushed herself up suddenly, looking down at where her bed was meant to be, looking confusedly from shell to shell before calming down and sitting in a more comfortable position.

She hadn't woken up yet.

She pushed her glasses back up onto the bridge of her nose from where they'd been slipping down during her altercation with the ground. She took a slow sweeping look at the scenery, trying to get the panorama into her memory for when she woke up.

At least this was a nice dream. Dawn was breaking, something she'd sadly missed out on quite a few times that year, that beautiful mix of marine blues, aquas, pinks, reds and golds. The tree line behind her caught the first rays as the sun slowly rose on the horizon, far, far out across the ocean. The waves thumped softly against the beach as she sat watching the red dawn. A peaceful smile formed on her face as she realised how typical it was of her subconscious to dream up a pun like that, and just as quickly realised that she didn't care. She was far too busy taking it in. She rarely had dreams that vivid.

And the best part was, she knew it was a dream. And if she knew it was a dream then it was a lucid dream. That rare commodity which let her do whatever the hell she liked for a little while. This in mind, she got to her feet, stood there for a second, slowly held her arms out a little to each side and jumped backwards, no intention of hitting the sand below. Floating was always such fun and she never got to do it in real life, try as she had a few years ba"ACK!"

She hadn't expected to hit the ground, and although her total lack of effort to prevent her fall meant she hadn't strained anything the dull pain across her back and head wasn't exactly pleasurable.

She sat up, a bit more awake now. Obviously it wasn't that kind of dream. It was the "ovely realistic and you will obey the laws of physics" kind. At least that meant it was a bit more cohesive than usual.

Sighing, she looked down at her clothes. It seemed there were splodgey patches of red added to the usual bits of paint that seemed to accumulate on her cargo pants. Paint which was admittedly usually red as well. She focused on this for a little while. Her subconscious knew exactly what it was but seemed to be holding the truth back from her a little while longer, just for 5 seconds more peace.

5 seconds was up.

She was awake, this was real and everything was fucked up. She started hyperventilating as she looked at the bloodstains, burying her head in her hands. They were Mrs Bishop's, her English teacher's. Sarah had been close to the stage when she'd woken up in that hall, had been practically under the gunfire when her teachers had tried to stop it, and all she could see in her mind was their faces, their bodies, the violence, the blood.

She'd seen it all before, sure, on video. Civilians, protesters, journalists being killed on camera. Every time she'd seen something like that she'd wanted to help, to be there, to stop it, but such things were always in the past, beyond her control. But she'd never seen human blood, not like that. She'd never felt so useless, so vulnerable as she had then. Her whole body shook as the adrenalin came and went and she sobbed for the next twenty minutes without being able to think of anything besides the teachers she missed, the unfairness of their murder, and the fact she'd been barely meters and seconds away from death.

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Eventually the crying slowed, then stopped. Though she kept her head buried for a while longer, it was buried with the intention of definitely doing something once it wasn't buried anymore. She was going to stop crying and figure out what she was going to do. Her mind wasn't blazing with vengeance or vast plans or anything, but she knew she had to do something other than sit around crying all morning. She at least owed her teachers not to fall into that habit again.

She took off her glasses and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, which thankfully wasn't covered in grit like her palms were. She wiped them on her pants to correct that too. So far so good. Next on the agenda was getting her favourite jacket which was... somewhere around there. She looked around before spotting her bag behind her, along with the duffel she'd been assigned, but that could wait, preventing one of the reasons for her shivering was first priority.

She'd brought her father's backpack on the trip, and was more than a little thankfull for it. it was large, khaki and had far more pockets than was strictly necessary. On top she found her jacket, shoved in more roughly than she remembered, below that was her sketchbook which... wasn't quite where she normally put it and... Oh. of course they'd been going through her stuff. Fucking perfect.

She quickly dug through the rest of her belongings. Books and everything were still there, pens, pencils, all safe and sound... someone's hands had been through all of her clothes, they'd probably looked through her sketchbook... she felt like her personal space had been violated. Again. She'd have thought about how it paled in comparison to... earlier... but she really wanted to avoid thinking about that again for the moment lest she break down a second time. Anger was better, anger was good. Anger was what she was trying but only partly managing to hold onto.

"Rrgh!" She was shivering again now, but before she put the jacket back on she fished a shirt and a second set of pants out of the bag... and put them back in again. On second thoughts she figured it'd be a better idea to wash before getting out of the... dirty... clothing. She pulled the jacket over her shoulders and shuffled over to the duffle bag.

She hadn't noticed what it'd been sitting on.

"Oh come on."

A full sized riot shield had been placed under the duffle bag. Apparently someone had a sick sense of irony. Giving the activist a riot shield. Ha Ha. She ignored the sleight and opened up the bag, she was too busy rifling through the contents to notice anyone approaching.


Edited by Gwbiii, Aug 11 2010, 11:19 AM.
G003 - Sarah Xu -"Th-then I-I'll stitch you up."---> 開始
G049 - Mia Kuiper - "lada didi dada di dum dum."---> Anfang
B040 - Richard Han - "YOU WIN THIS TIME, GRAAAVIIIIITYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY"
G094 - Raina Morales
-*snort* pretty cows...---> Began: Bump in the Night || Ended: A New Day
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Sarah dropped the 'survival' guide back into the duffel bag after speed reading what little text there was. She'd have to go back to it and try to memorise the rules, but that could wait a minute. She finally took a look at the number on the bag. G003. Three. Drei. Sān. Shēng. Birth. It was a shame she wasn't superstitious or she would've been very glad she hadn't been one unit higher.

Okay, she had to admit, she still appreciated the omen.

Other than the book, there was a spare flashlight, food, water, compass, map, the map was important, she was going to have to remember that too; more bread... and a police training manual she didn't particularly appreciate. Most importantly, and distracting herself from yet another... insult... was the medical kit, which she opened up with glee. The closest to glee she could manage with red eyes and covered in... covered in.. covered. Anyhow.

What it amounted to was a weak little smile. She'd been meaning to put one of these together for a while. She easily pulled the zipper around and took note of all the bits and pieces inside. Scissors, gauze, bandages, bandaids... "Hello!"

A voice had slipped edgewise into her awareness and now proceeded to dig itself in. She didn't really mind. It was familiar. Cheerful. Less cheerful than she remembered.

"I'm lost! Do you know what's going on? Hey!"

She might not have looked it, bloodshot and blood drenched, but she was really glad to see the boy. She didn't feel like she could shout just then so she just smiled softly as he approached.

"Hey Dutchy." She hadn't meant to sound quietly devastated. She'd been hoping for calm, relaxed, something appropriate to greet her activist group comrade with.

"OI! Are you two okay?" A british voice broke in before she could think of what to say next. She just looked in the direction of its source, taking in the sight of the strange, moustachioed, beer and fan wielding apparition making his way towards them. It was hard not to recognise Jason even in her state. He wasn't exactly the first person she wanted to see but she was willing to see how he was, if not to jump up and down in welcome.
Edited by Gwbiii, Aug 8 2010, 10:34 PM.
G003 - Sarah Xu -"Th-then I-I'll stitch you up."---> 開始
G049 - Mia Kuiper - "lada didi dada di dum dum."---> Anfang
B040 - Richard Han - "YOU WIN THIS TIME, GRAAAVIIIIITYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY"
G094 - Raina Morales
-*snort* pretty cows...---> Began: Bump in the Night || Ended: A New Day
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There was a yell not far away, someone else must have woken up, though she couldn't quite pick the voice. Besides, she had to break the news to Dutchy, he seemed to be going through what she'd been feeling half an hour before.

"Dutchy... I'm s-sorry" She was starting to tear up again, she didn't want to have to break it to him but it was necessary and... And then Jason started talking over her, launching into explanation.

She sat with her mouth open, she couldn't believe he could be so insensitive. Dutchy was her friend, he hardly knew them, and he'd just dropped it on him. Just dropped the whole fucking situation on him. She wasn't sure what to do, he shouldn't have had to find out like that, but there was no point trying to ease him into it now was there?

Not knowing what else to do she did the first thing that came to mind. She stood as the plank was still talking and took a few steps forward, wrapping her arms around her friend's back. All she could say was "Sorry, I'm sorry, Dutchy I'm sorry, sorry."
Then Jason had to keep talking.

A good draw? A GOOD FUCKING DRAW? Their teachers were dead, they were stranded, isolated, with explosives strapped to their necks and he had the nerve to say they'd gotten a good draw?

She let go of Dutchy and stormed back to her bags. She'd had enough of Jason's company, though at least one good thing had come of it, she was back to feeling angry. She threw her backpack across her shoulders and took the duffel bag in her hands. She paused a moment to look at the dumb riot shield, and decided it could come too.

"WE'll go." Her words were harsh, whoever it was down there was having a hard time and the last thing they needed was this guy. "C'mon Dutchy." She gave Jason a curt smile before leaving down the beach towards the source of the shout.

With the improving light she could soon make out the figure lying on the beach not far away. She broke into a trot, scudding across the sand in her hiking boots. She called out his name as she got closer, dumping the baggage as she slumped next to him. "Roland! Are, are you okay?" She smiled as she leaned over the boy, another person she was glad to find.
Edited by Gwbiii, Aug 10 2010, 01:07 PM.
G003 - Sarah Xu -"Th-then I-I'll stitch you up."---> 開始
G049 - Mia Kuiper - "lada didi dada di dum dum."---> Anfang
B040 - Richard Han - "YOU WIN THIS TIME, GRAAAVIIIIITYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY"
G094 - Raina Morales
-*snort* pretty cows...---> Began: Bump in the Night || Ended: A New Day
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Seeing the pain in Roland's eyes left Sarah silent. She knew exactly what he was going through, but couldn't find the words to say it. It seemed clear to her that it was best to remain quiet, to let him vent. He was right too, it shouldn't have been happening, and Sarah couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for not having helped him more with his campaigning. She'd always been more concerned with other issues, had always thought sotf one of the least important things to be fighting... And yet here they were.

This wasn't it though. She couldn't let that be it. They weren't dead yet, whatever Roland said, they could still do something, they could always do something. She looked up at Roland, who had since stood and walked away. They weren't done for, she knew it, but how could she stop him thinking that? 'Don't give up'? 'Everything will be fine'? They already sounded like bullshit in her mind. What she needed right then was an hour to prepare her arguments, gather evidence, make plans, like she had in their past debates. She didn't have an hour.

Maybe 'Stop being so fucking pessimistic' would do.

Suddenly, Brendan appeared out of nowhere. As soon as she heard the yell she finally made the effort to push herself off of the ground, grinning like a madwoman. She couldn't believe her luck, Brendan was here? That made... That made four of them already together. She felt her feet lift clean off the ground as the 6 foot something boy hugged her; all but squeezing the breath out of her lungs. All she could do was throw her arms around his neck, somehow find a way to inhale, and tell him how glad she was to see him.

"Augh; mate, you have n-NO idea; how good it is to s-see you."

It was the first time since she'd woken up over an hour ago that she'd been genuinely happy. Eventually her feet found semi-solid ground again and the boy went off to hug Dutchy as well. It was then she realised Roland was talking about moving on. She nodded to him and crouched by the duffel bag again, extracting her map and compass. The sun was getting higher, and hotter, and shelter, even if it just meant walking as far as the trees, seemed like a good idea.

Hearing Jason's now unwelcome voice again, she twisted her head only to see him handing a gun to Brendan. Her mouth sat half open to say something before she thought better of it. That small action redeemed him a little in her mind, twat as he still was.

She spread the map out in front of her on the sand, burying the edges of the map to protect against the wind; aligned the compass, and got to work, squinting from map to scenery and back.

So... we're on the eastern side... the lighthouse is up there... 5 degrees north east so that means we're... are those people?
Edited by Gwbiii, Aug 12 2010, 05:07 PM.
G003 - Sarah Xu -"Th-then I-I'll stitch you up."---> 開始
G049 - Mia Kuiper - "lada didi dada di dum dum."---> Anfang
B040 - Richard Han - "YOU WIN THIS TIME, GRAAAVIIIIITYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY"
G094 - Raina Morales
-*snort* pretty cows...---> Began: Bump in the Night || Ended: A New Day
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Sarah had stopped paying attention to the map, or her friends talking, and was focusing hard on the people down the other side of the beach. She barely heard Roland's question, muttering "y, yeah south east..." She couldn't quite make out who they were, nor what they were doing, beyond the fact that three of them seemed to be moving after a fourth who had their arm out.

One of them fell.

She flinched.

And then the echo of a gunshot.

The colour drained from Sarah's face as she looked on, it wasn't... they couldn't.

No, NO. WHY ARE THEY SHOOTING?

She had to do something, anything to make it stop.

With no time for thinking she jumped up, bumping into Brendan as she did. She folded the map as quickly as she could as she ran to grab the duffel bag, turning on her heel as she lifted it and threw the strap across her shoulder. Her other stuff was only going to slow her down, and in the very back of her mind she knew one of the people she was now running past would get it for her.

She stumbled through the sand for a few more meters before she got to the water's edge, where the softly lapping waves had firmed the ground; sprinting faster than she ever had on the football field.

((Continued in D-Day))
Edited by Gwbiii, Aug 14 2010, 12:33 PM.
G003 - Sarah Xu -"Th-then I-I'll stitch you up."---> 開始
G049 - Mia Kuiper - "lada didi dada di dum dum."---> Anfang
B040 - Richard Han - "YOU WIN THIS TIME, GRAAAVIIIIITYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY"
G094 - Raina Morales
-*snort* pretty cows...---> Began: Bump in the Night || Ended: A New Day
""-Mandarin ""-Cantonese ""-German ""-Spanish
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