Armand didn't reply, fixing the oxygen mask, but feeling deeply wounded. He knew they didn't deserve this. If only he could teach everyone, in the best way, not the enforced threats and slaughter. But it wasn't his fault. "I am sorry for her," he muttered to himself, taking a breath. "Rowan, are you ready?"
Yuki walked over to Petree’s cell. She pulled the bars apart and let her out. “We’re leaving.”, she said. There was a little sadness in her tone.
Rowan nodded, feeling nervous. "Do I have much of a choice?" She joked weakly.
"Let's get you walking again. Start counting down from ten out loud when I say go." He smiled a small bit and pulled at her arm a bit, sliding a needle into her vein, pushing the anesthetic into her bloodstream. He wouldn't need too terribly long. "Go," he instructed, watching the monitor, and keeping an eye on the girl as well.
"Ten, nine, eight…" Rowan started counting, wincing a little as the needle punctured her skin. "Seven, six…" Rowan started to feel drowsy, her eyelids fluttering shut. "F-Four, three…" Her voice had dropped to a mumble, her mind already starting to drift. "Two…" She mouthed the word more than actually saying it, unconscious before she was able to utter the final number.
Armand was glad the girl was willing to work with him, rather than against, the entire process was just so much easier. In a matter of a bit under an hour, he had been able to connect the tissues and have it stitched together as close to seamless as possible. He smiled at his work, waiting for her to wake.
(I gotsa go to bed here guys :( )
(Bye!)
Rowan came to slowly, opening her eyes and yawning. She stretched out both her legs and looked around quietly. Then it suddenly hit her. "My leg!" Rowan exclaimed excitedly. She looked up at Armand with a smile. "Thank you so much!" She immediately pulled her knees up to her chest to look closer. Everything still felt numb due to the anesthetic.
(Byee)
Armand smiled. "Be careful. It will still need a little time to heal. I'll leave you be now, I wanted to be sure you came out of the anesthetic alright." he ensured her room was cozy as ever and her wall was working properly before handing her water and some food. "Be careful, eat slow." He turned to leave and lock her cell for some well deserved rest in his own office.
"Bye!" Rowan waved, still drowsy, but happy to eat. The anesthetic made her starving. She ate in peace watching the wall and the large projected fireplace. It almost seemed real, and the crackling flames helped soothe Rowan's stressed mind. Hopefully Yuki got out safely with Petree and Kodiak. She thought to herself. But even after the horrifying stories both Yuki and Armand had told today, she felt relatively safe right now. She was sitting on the softest bed she'd had in awhile, she was well fed, and she had wrapped herself in a blanket. Maybe this won't be so bad…
(danggg Kodiak is important all of a sudden)
Before Yuki made it out of the building she felt something pulling her in the other direction. Must be my imagination, she thought. No, it was really pulling her. She walked down the hallway in the opposite direction, walking past Petree. Her feet seemed to take her random directions. Where am I going, she thought. Then, suddenly it dawned on her. She was walking to her old cell and the room she was once badly tortured. No! Yuki didn’t want to see it. It would bring back so many painful memories. For some reason, though, she was walking back to it.
(guys this is soooo cooool!)
(Yeah. You still awake for long?)
(All night)
(I’ll be awake for a little longer. Past 2am and I have school tomorrow.)
(Crazy! You should be sleeping! I work overnights.)
(I should be sleeping. I’m just a crazy person.)
Armand wandered the center's walls. He crossed his hands behind his back and he sauntered, listening to the mechanical sounds and people shuffling here and there. He thought. He questioned himself. President Harrison started out her term with good intentions, truly good, but when this whole rebellion started, things went awry. After his younger self was captured and shown to be an example, Harrison herself was rallying for her citizens who stayed loyal. Including him. But after Armand was healthy.. Harrison had demands. And those demands had been reckless at times.
Yuki opened to door to her old cell. The cell was little bent out of shape. Even it couldn’t hold her forever. Yuki remembered it all. Just like her shirt, she had scribbled all over the walls of her cell. No matter how much she was tortured, she would never stop rebelling. Many of the words were covered up with blood. Her eyes drifted to the words she had written on the very top of the wall. She wrote it at the very top so less blood would cover the words. It read, I live for the death of President Harris. That was the only reason she was still living, for death. For death of President Harris and her evil followers. After she learned Armand had a similar story, she felt a little different about the followers of President Harris. She thought maybe not all of them were evil. He certainly didn’t seem evil. Their lives were similar. She walked over to the shattered mirror. She had shattered that mirror. Finally, she couldn’t take all the memories this place had brought. Yuki ran out of the room and down the hallway, passing the old torture room. She had to punch something. That would make her feel better, right?
May I Join as My oc Rose?
(Sure, just add a physical description and whether she's with the Smoke Society under President Harris or a Rebel, and have her come in somewhere it would make sense in the story. :3)
(Doodled Armand)
(That's so good holy crap how do u post pictures?? I sketched Nyir and even though its not as good as yours I wanna post it!)
(@SincereBeastie that's amazing! You're such a talented artist!)