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Log; complete
When; 9 pm, 13 Aug.
Rating; PG
Characters; Asuka![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Summary; Asuka taking out her frustration on inanimate objects, in some room in Building 5.
Log;
The door closed behind her with a firm clack as it locked automatically. It was nice that she never had to worry about accomodations, although she did have to worry about sleepless nights because of the stupid clock. The ticking did not make her anxious about facing the end of the world so much, it frustrated her that it was taking so long. She wanted an ending.
With an annoyed sigh, she dropped her few belongings on the floor carelessly; her violin case causing a loud thunk and her duffel bag of clothes and papers making a softer rustling sound. Gradually, the ticking started again, growing louder until it felt like something was hitting the back of her head with every second. It made her so angry that the ticking was counting down to nothing. Oblivion would never come for her; she would have to face this hell forever.
Growling under her breath, she kicked her duffel bag with as much force as she could muster. The bag flew across the room and toppled a tall vase off the table. The crashing sound drowned the ticking for awhile; it felt so satisfying. She was breathing heavily from anger. She knew there was no particular stimulus to her anger, but it was there. It was probably always there. She was hurting no one else though, so it was alright, ...right?
She stomped across the room to grab a pot of flowers, flinging it to the wall to relieve her anger. The sound only fueled her frustration even more. She wanted to scream out so many words but the only sound that came out of her mouth was a feral scream of fury. She continued to destroy every piece of furniture that would make a satisfying crashing sound, all the while biting her lower lip to stop herself from letting out another awful scream.
Asuka wasn't losing control of herself; see how she could still stop herself from screaming. Her eyes were glossed over by unshed tears, but see how she could still stop herself from crying.
In a final fit of rage, she tried kicking the dining table upwards, toppling it to the side instead and dislocating her ankle. She let out a stifled whimper before crumpling to the ground. She let herself stay in that position for a few moments before gathering her knees to her chest. She rested her forehead against her knees to hide her face.
Curled up in a fetal position, she seemed too tiny to have caused such a grand mess.
Rating; PG
Characters; Asuka
ephemericSummary; Asuka taking out her frustration on inanimate objects, in some room in Building 5.
Log;
The door closed behind her with a firm clack as it locked automatically. It was nice that she never had to worry about accomodations, although she did have to worry about sleepless nights because of the stupid clock. The ticking did not make her anxious about facing the end of the world so much, it frustrated her that it was taking so long. She wanted an ending.
With an annoyed sigh, she dropped her few belongings on the floor carelessly; her violin case causing a loud thunk and her duffel bag of clothes and papers making a softer rustling sound. Gradually, the ticking started again, growing louder until it felt like something was hitting the back of her head with every second. It made her so angry that the ticking was counting down to nothing. Oblivion would never come for her; she would have to face this hell forever.
Growling under her breath, she kicked her duffel bag with as much force as she could muster. The bag flew across the room and toppled a tall vase off the table. The crashing sound drowned the ticking for awhile; it felt so satisfying. She was breathing heavily from anger. She knew there was no particular stimulus to her anger, but it was there. It was probably always there. She was hurting no one else though, so it was alright, ...right?
She stomped across the room to grab a pot of flowers, flinging it to the wall to relieve her anger. The sound only fueled her frustration even more. She wanted to scream out so many words but the only sound that came out of her mouth was a feral scream of fury. She continued to destroy every piece of furniture that would make a satisfying crashing sound, all the while biting her lower lip to stop herself from letting out another awful scream.
Asuka wasn't losing control of herself; see how she could still stop herself from screaming. Her eyes were glossed over by unshed tears, but see how she could still stop herself from crying.
In a final fit of rage, she tried kicking the dining table upwards, toppling it to the side instead and dislocating her ankle. She let out a stifled whimper before crumpling to the ground. She let herself stay in that position for a few moments before gathering her knees to her chest. She rested her forehead against her knees to hide her face.
Curled up in a fetal position, she seemed too tiny to have caused such a grand mess.