.:-Post Mortem-:. (Open/Full)

[Pichipai-hime]

:: Haruka Nagashima ::

How was he able to keep so calm while everyone else suffered, more so than others. I was bound to break if I endured another fake memory. Haruka prayed several prayers under her breath, the words darting infront of he eyes as if she had a bible opened in the dim cell-light. How long would it be until her fear over ran the faith, until she was like the older women, Melianie and Dali? When would the other yooung girl snap, before or after Haruka was driven insane? The chilc prodigy hugged her knees and attempted to think back on her childhood, the pleasant and sweet moments... the few, almost nil awkward years of adolescence... Onee-san... She thought regrettably about the closet person she had left behind.

 

[XxXxFortexXxX]

Naturally sleep never came to him. It was probably due to the fact that he was laying on the hard, cold ground, in a torture chamber, in the depths of hell. "hm." Not bad reasoning he thought to himself quietly. Reelo could hear some of the others start to talk as though they had regained natural thought. Sympathy had never been his strong suit, but laying around with nothing else to do had the male curious as to what sort of psychological torture they had been forced to endure. Everyone had their demons...Kane didn't seem too intent on using any of his against him though. Reelo curled up a bit more and rolled over, his right arm going numb from remaining still for so long. At least if he had to stay here under the watchful eye of Kane he wouldn't go crazy, being beaten would never break him.  

[Dreaming_Drifter]

Marianna Vincent

Marianna glanced up at each of the others. Reelo still seemed to be trying to sleep. The two Pagan-based women seemed to be drawing comfort from each others'... What were they called? Familiars? So Marianna hoped that meant they would eventually recover from whatever horrible things their demons had forced them to see.

Haru, the girl that looked about her age, appeared to be in despair. Marianna stood, grateful to find that her body had fully healed from Lucifer's tortures, and unthinkingly took a step toward the girl's cell. She couldn't get to Haru, of course. Xombie's cell separated them. But she intended to get as close as she could, and try to provide whatever comfort was possible. It wasn't just that Marianna needed all of them to escape, it was that she really did want to help the girl, just for the sake of it.

To her shock, that first step that should have taken her right into the bars and stopped her in her tracks had landed her in Xombie's cell. She'd walked through the bars as if they weren't there. Marianna whirled and stared at her cell, which now stood empty. "What... What the..." She stared down at her body, felt herself over... She seemed solid enough. She reached out and touched the bars; they seemed solid now, too. So how had she walked right through them?!

 

[Dreaming_Drifter]

Marianna Vincent

"Well this is... very weird..." Marianna pushed against the bars between Xombie's cell and Haru's, but they were solid as ever. "How the hell did I..." She began pacing toward the front of Xombie's cell, giving the girl her space, not sure if Xombie resented the unintentional intrusion or not. "This could be huge... If I can figure out how I did it, we all might be able to get out..." It amused her that none of the others seemed to be reacting to what had just happened, but at least it made it easier to think.

Suddenly, she remembered the reason she'd stepped over here in the first place; Haru. She knelt beside the girl separated from her by the bars and offered her hand, smiling slightly. "It's gonna be okay, Haru... Somehow, we'll all get out of this."

 

[Pichipai-hime]

:: Haruka Nagashima ::

Haruka had paused mid-sentence when the dark haired girl offered a sign of comfrot from her opposite side. The girl had been two cells down from Haruka, separated by the bars of their cells. The prodigy's mind set into scholar mode as she reached her arms towards one of the pillars, the concrete metal would have rejected her hand, leaving her with a smal space to slip her hand through. Her hand went completely through. "Fear of the mind is a powerful thing," she muttered to herself before turning to Marianna with determination springing life to her blue eyes. "Can you walk into my cell like you had Melenie's? I think I might have figured out a method."