[ At first it feels familiar: the fluorescent lights, so bright she can see the inside of her eyelids, and their ever present droning hum, the continuous beep of a heartrate machine. she's done this before, many times, though right now her mind can't reach the specific memories...must be the anesthesia still wearing off. Then all at once it's very unfamiliar. As Angel opens her eyes and looks first at a ceiling she doesn't recognize, then turns her head to an entire room she's never seen before. That's strange, even though the specifics are blurry she knows that she always woke up in the same place.
Stranger still, she's completely alone. All other times as she roused from drug induced sleep she'd be welcomed by the sight of her dad, in the chair beside her bed, head propped up on his hand as he slept, pacing back and forth on the other side of the room with worried anticipation, always there to be the first to greet her and assure her it was all a success.
And things continue this way as she gets up, using the IV stand linking the bag of mysterious fluid to her arm to support her as she shuffles her way into the hall, into yet another completely unfamiliar place. There has to be someone around with answers, so she'll walk until she finds some form of life. ]
7HR33: fourth of July
[ That gunpowder could be used for something beautiful isn't something Angel could have ever imagined (though beauty is subjective, she's sure that knowing what she does remember about Pandora that there were plenty of people who considered the violence down there a work of art) though being up-close to the action, being outside at all, is still something she's adapting to. That these explosives aren't being used to blow some psychos brains out and instead entertain the people of the town with no casualties is just another drop in the bucket of things that are different here. Not that she's complaining. Without being connected to an infinite wealth of information as she was back home, she has to rely on others for information, so she asks aloud for whoever is nearest to hear ]
I wonder who had the idea to use explosives in such an...untraditional way.
Angel // Borderlands
[ At first it feels familiar: the fluorescent lights, so bright she can see the inside of her eyelids, and their ever present droning hum, the continuous beep of a heartrate machine. she's done this before, many times, though right now her mind can't reach the specific memories...must be the anesthesia still wearing off. Then all at once it's very unfamiliar. As Angel opens her eyes and looks first at a ceiling she doesn't recognize, then turns her head to an entire room she's never seen before. That's strange, even though the specifics are blurry she knows that she always woke up in the same place.
Stranger still, she's completely alone. All other times as she roused from drug induced sleep she'd be welcomed by the sight of her dad, in the chair beside her bed, head propped up on his hand as he slept, pacing back and forth on the other side of the room with worried anticipation, always there to be the first to greet her and assure her it was all a success.
And things continue this way as she gets up, using the IV stand linking the bag of mysterious fluid to her arm to support her as she shuffles her way into the hall, into yet another completely unfamiliar place. There has to be someone around with answers, so she'll walk until she finds some form of life. ]
7HR33: fourth of July
[ That gunpowder could be used for something beautiful isn't something Angel could have ever imagined (though beauty is subjective, she's sure that knowing what she does remember about Pandora that there were plenty of people who considered the violence down there a work of art) though being up-close to the action, being outside at all, is still something she's adapting to. That these explosives aren't being used to blow some psychos brains out and instead entertain the people of the town with no casualties is just another drop in the bucket of things that are different here. Not that she's complaining.
Without being connected to an infinite wealth of information as she was back home, she has to rely on others for information, so she asks aloud for whoever is nearest to hear ]
I wonder who had the idea to use explosives in such an...untraditional way.