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tampered2007-04-06 09:32 pm
sciencedaughter.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2007-04-06 09:32 pm
Log; Complete
When; April 6th, Ghost Day, morning/early afternoon
Rating; PG?
Characters; Nemu {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sciencedaughter} & Hinamori {hajikemomo}
Summary; Hinamori asks Nemu for something to help her sleep, allowing her to escape her ghost long enough to bring it to her.
Log;
The footsteps that carried Kurotsuchi Nemu to Hinamori's residence were slow. The ghost of her captain, her father, her creator, had left her for a short time, but she knew he was there. He was always there, and she had merely forgotten his precense. She had been reminded of his power, more importantly... of his power over her.
He had not touched her, could not touch her. He was a ghost, a figment of a City curse... and even knowing this she could not defy him. Could not resist more than once, twice, she'd tried thrice, and he's broken her just as easily as the day she was created in his lab.
The creation carried a small parcel in her hands, finally coming to the door and knocking hesitantly. She was... something of a mess. A few bruises on leg exposed but most noticeable a rather dull black eye forming from when he had forced her back and she had ended up scrambling over a piece of furniture to escape him. That had ended badly.
... And he was still waiting for her.
Rating; PG?
Characters; Nemu {
sciencedaughter} & Hinamori {hajikemomo}Summary; Hinamori asks Nemu for something to help her sleep, allowing her to escape her ghost long enough to bring it to her.
Log;
The footsteps that carried Kurotsuchi Nemu to Hinamori's residence were slow. The ghost of her captain, her father, her creator, had left her for a short time, but she knew he was there. He was always there, and she had merely forgotten his precense. She had been reminded of his power, more importantly... of his power over her.
He had not touched her, could not touch her. He was a ghost, a figment of a City curse... and even knowing this she could not defy him. Could not resist more than once, twice, she'd tried thrice, and he's broken her just as easily as the day she was created in his lab.
The creation carried a small parcel in her hands, finally coming to the door and knocking hesitantly. She was... something of a mess. A few bruises on leg exposed but most noticeable a rather dull black eye forming from when he had forced her back and she had ended up scrambling over a piece of furniture to escape him. That had ended badly.
... And he was still waiting for her.