Post by Capsule on Feb 14, 2014 22:22:17 GMT
Muse:
Don't Kick the Chair
Notes:
Music box~.
Tags:
Nala & Shiranui
Words:
1473
Don't Kick the Chair
Notes:
Music box~.
Tags:
Nala & Shiranui
Words:
1473
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Capsule's ceiling consisted of a series of beams, some of which were broken or in dire need of repair. The roof would likely fall in soon, if she did not see about getting it fixed soon. It was something she could have arranged to correct a while ago, but never saw the necessity in doing so. If the roof caved in, she would just designate this room as her "sun room," and affix a net or something over the hole so that Duke couldn't fly out or rain could get in. It would not stop the ever curious Adventurer, though.
Green eyes stared up dully at the ceiling, particularly on the length of rope attached to one of the whole beams. The rope extended down, a few feet, coming to a stop in a noose around Capsule's neck. She tugged gently on her end of the rope, checking for stability or any signs of collapsing. It would be really freaking stupid if she failed because of a shitty support beam. Alternatively, she would fall and survive, only to be covered in rubble. Both ways would be painful, but only one should send her to the Cathedral - or so she hoped.
She was standing on the seat of her good chair, hands clasped around the length of rope snugly looped around her neck. There was no point in wondering if she would really go through with this. If she stopped to think now, she would lose her nerve and think against it. 'Don't think, just do.' Capsule took a deep breath as she lifted one foot to rest on the top of the chair's back rest. Aria of the Soul was tinkling softly from her music box, which was sitting on the floor across the room. She had placed it out of harm’s way, so that she did not accidentally crush it.
The rope tightened as she added her other foot and stretched her neck up. It was a little tight, but did not make breathing impossible - yet. The chair wobbled as her weight settled in. If she had second thoughts, now was the time to change her mind. Once she kicked her foot, there would be no going back. She allowed herself one simple thought - 'Freiheit!' - before kicking the chair out from under her.
As it turns out, hanging was not as instantaneous as she thought it was - or, rather, her method was not. A good length of rope and a jump off a higher surface - like a roof - would be enough to break her neck, so that she wouldn't be slowly choking herself to death, like now. Goddamn it hurt - it really neeping hurts. Capsule, now regretting this move and hoping that she did not suffer from brain damage if she managed to save herself, kicked her legs about in desperation. Her hands were now pulling at the noose, and her fingers were trying to claw themselves under but only finding flesh. She was scratching herself in her panic, and did not care. All she could think of was breaking herself free from this bond.
From somewhere far away, Aria of the Soul played from her music box. Was she going to black out and wake up talking to Igor or any of the other Velvet Room attendants, and gain a Persona? She couldn't even call out for one, if she wanted to. All that came out was her last traces of air. Her mouth moved several more times, though it was noticeably having a difficult time keeping up with her mind, which was moving at a speed of Mach 5. Her thoughts soon became too muddled for her to keep up with, but she vaguely recalled images of Indy and Alder kicking her door down before her vision dimmed.
Her ever faithful Magic Light was floating nearby, illuminating the darkened room, but her dipping consciousness was causing its light to fade. 'Ist dies das Ende?' The words sounded too far away and foreign to be her own.
When Capsule came to, she was lying on the floor. Her throat felt raw and her chest ached. The passive act of breathing continuously shot jolts of pain through her body, pain that was welcomed. It let her know that she was alive, though the rest of her - namely her hands and feet - felt numb to the world. Did this mean she was dying or waking up in the Cathedral? She didn't know the details herself, but the body apparently became paralyzed after being "killed". That meant that she would be transported out of her hovel in a few minutes or so, and would revive on an altar.
And yet, time ticked by and her music box fell silent, but she was still on the floor, staring at a small hole in her ceiling. The beam had apparently snapped under her light weight and dropped her, but there was no telling of how long she was unconscious or hanging. It probably wasn't that long, though, if the music was still playing when she came to. That meant no more than three minutes had passed. 'But why?' Why was she still alive? Shouldn't she be dead by now?
Her vision fogged up again, this time with tears. She had failed. Even suicide was beyond her. It was probably a good thing in hindsight, as actually killing herself - no matter how temporary - surely could not be good on her psyche. No matter what she did in this world, she wouldn't be able to kill herself, and would only further the torment. Her fingers twitched as her hands slowly curled into fists. 'Coward…'
This wasn't the first time she had contemplated suicide, but the courage to go through with it before was lacking. She had attempted simple things like cutting on the outside world, but always stopped herself from making the tiniest incision, too afraid of the pain that would follow. 'So why now?' Why could she only try when she was "immortal"? Was she that afraid of death?
Something soft and warm nuzzled her cheek, startling a soft gasp from her sore throat. "Fiver," she croaked through lips that felt parched. The Frenmic Rabbit she had tamed a while ago looked concerned for her well-being. She couldn't say the same for Duke, though, who was probably busy swallowing down a rat or two. Fiver nudged her again and again, until she was bothered to the point of rolling over and pushing herself up off the floor. "The sun will be out in a few hours." Her voice sounded deeper than usual, which she could only blame herself for. She sounded like someone with a heavy smoking problem. "Shall we go for a walk?" She didn't care where she went, but she felt it was important that she left this place now, before she hurt herself again. 'I don't think I should be alone right now.' The company of animals and monsters could only do so much.
So she walked, with little care for where she was going or who she was bumping into. She had to stop every few minutes to regain her breath, and when it seemed like she would falter, Fiver would gently nip or nudge at her leg to get her moving again. She wanted to curl into a ball and call someone, though broaching the topic of hanging would be an awkward way to start, and she didn't want to damper someone else's mood so early in the morning. Walking was the only thing she could do to keep her mind busy.
Her walk eventually brought her out to the Northern Marshlands of Thames, a fact she did not recognize until she was standing ankle deep in the pungent waters. Fiver hesitantly stuck to the shallow end of the river, wary of being washed away downstream. The Magic Light that hovered beside Capsule's shoulder was almost invisible in the early morning light, and desummoned with a flick of the wrist. The possibility of drowning piqued Capsule's curiosity. Virginia Woolf drowned herself in a river, too, though how she could stand it, Capsule wasn't sure. It wasn't a quick and easy death, after all. 'I wonder…'
Fiver began to scream in alarm as his mistress stepped further and further into the river, until the water was flowing against her waist. Capsule lowered her head to sniff at the water, wishing for something less foul to choke on. The Frenmic Rabbit darted nervously from side to side on the bank, clearly agitated but unable to follow after the woman and drag her back. Anyone passing by would think it odd to see a rabbit out in the marsh, and might question the redhead more for standing in a river in her clothing.
Green eyes stared up dully at the ceiling, particularly on the length of rope attached to one of the whole beams. The rope extended down, a few feet, coming to a stop in a noose around Capsule's neck. She tugged gently on her end of the rope, checking for stability or any signs of collapsing. It would be really freaking stupid if she failed because of a shitty support beam. Alternatively, she would fall and survive, only to be covered in rubble. Both ways would be painful, but only one should send her to the Cathedral - or so she hoped.
She was standing on the seat of her good chair, hands clasped around the length of rope snugly looped around her neck. There was no point in wondering if she would really go through with this. If she stopped to think now, she would lose her nerve and think against it. 'Don't think, just do.' Capsule took a deep breath as she lifted one foot to rest on the top of the chair's back rest. Aria of the Soul was tinkling softly from her music box, which was sitting on the floor across the room. She had placed it out of harm’s way, so that she did not accidentally crush it.
The rope tightened as she added her other foot and stretched her neck up. It was a little tight, but did not make breathing impossible - yet. The chair wobbled as her weight settled in. If she had second thoughts, now was the time to change her mind. Once she kicked her foot, there would be no going back. She allowed herself one simple thought - 'Freiheit!' - before kicking the chair out from under her.
As it turns out, hanging was not as instantaneous as she thought it was - or, rather, her method was not. A good length of rope and a jump off a higher surface - like a roof - would be enough to break her neck, so that she wouldn't be slowly choking herself to death, like now. Goddamn it hurt - it really neeping hurts. Capsule, now regretting this move and hoping that she did not suffer from brain damage if she managed to save herself, kicked her legs about in desperation. Her hands were now pulling at the noose, and her fingers were trying to claw themselves under but only finding flesh. She was scratching herself in her panic, and did not care. All she could think of was breaking herself free from this bond.
From somewhere far away, Aria of the Soul played from her music box. Was she going to black out and wake up talking to Igor or any of the other Velvet Room attendants, and gain a Persona? She couldn't even call out for one, if she wanted to. All that came out was her last traces of air. Her mouth moved several more times, though it was noticeably having a difficult time keeping up with her mind, which was moving at a speed of Mach 5. Her thoughts soon became too muddled for her to keep up with, but she vaguely recalled images of Indy and Alder kicking her door down before her vision dimmed.
Her ever faithful Magic Light was floating nearby, illuminating the darkened room, but her dipping consciousness was causing its light to fade. 'Ist dies das Ende?' The words sounded too far away and foreign to be her own.
When Capsule came to, she was lying on the floor. Her throat felt raw and her chest ached. The passive act of breathing continuously shot jolts of pain through her body, pain that was welcomed. It let her know that she was alive, though the rest of her - namely her hands and feet - felt numb to the world. Did this mean she was dying or waking up in the Cathedral? She didn't know the details herself, but the body apparently became paralyzed after being "killed". That meant that she would be transported out of her hovel in a few minutes or so, and would revive on an altar.
And yet, time ticked by and her music box fell silent, but she was still on the floor, staring at a small hole in her ceiling. The beam had apparently snapped under her light weight and dropped her, but there was no telling of how long she was unconscious or hanging. It probably wasn't that long, though, if the music was still playing when she came to. That meant no more than three minutes had passed. 'But why?' Why was she still alive? Shouldn't she be dead by now?
Her vision fogged up again, this time with tears. She had failed. Even suicide was beyond her. It was probably a good thing in hindsight, as actually killing herself - no matter how temporary - surely could not be good on her psyche. No matter what she did in this world, she wouldn't be able to kill herself, and would only further the torment. Her fingers twitched as her hands slowly curled into fists. 'Coward…'
This wasn't the first time she had contemplated suicide, but the courage to go through with it before was lacking. She had attempted simple things like cutting on the outside world, but always stopped herself from making the tiniest incision, too afraid of the pain that would follow. 'So why now?' Why could she only try when she was "immortal"? Was she that afraid of death?
Something soft and warm nuzzled her cheek, startling a soft gasp from her sore throat. "Fiver," she croaked through lips that felt parched. The Frenmic Rabbit she had tamed a while ago looked concerned for her well-being. She couldn't say the same for Duke, though, who was probably busy swallowing down a rat or two. Fiver nudged her again and again, until she was bothered to the point of rolling over and pushing herself up off the floor. "The sun will be out in a few hours." Her voice sounded deeper than usual, which she could only blame herself for. She sounded like someone with a heavy smoking problem. "Shall we go for a walk?" She didn't care where she went, but she felt it was important that she left this place now, before she hurt herself again. 'I don't think I should be alone right now.' The company of animals and monsters could only do so much.
So she walked, with little care for where she was going or who she was bumping into. She had to stop every few minutes to regain her breath, and when it seemed like she would falter, Fiver would gently nip or nudge at her leg to get her moving again. She wanted to curl into a ball and call someone, though broaching the topic of hanging would be an awkward way to start, and she didn't want to damper someone else's mood so early in the morning. Walking was the only thing she could do to keep her mind busy.
Her walk eventually brought her out to the Northern Marshlands of Thames, a fact she did not recognize until she was standing ankle deep in the pungent waters. Fiver hesitantly stuck to the shallow end of the river, wary of being washed away downstream. The Magic Light that hovered beside Capsule's shoulder was almost invisible in the early morning light, and desummoned with a flick of the wrist. The possibility of drowning piqued Capsule's curiosity. Virginia Woolf drowned herself in a river, too, though how she could stand it, Capsule wasn't sure. It wasn't a quick and easy death, after all. 'I wonder…'
Fiver began to scream in alarm as his mistress stepped further and further into the river, until the water was flowing against her waist. Capsule lowered her head to sniff at the water, wishing for something less foul to choke on. The Frenmic Rabbit darted nervously from side to side on the bank, clearly agitated but unable to follow after the woman and drag her back. Anyone passing by would think it odd to see a rabbit out in the marsh, and might question the redhead more for standing in a river in her clothing.
