Kaori
Kaori’s hand slid across the rough, cracked cell ground in search of the pencil after reading Daniel’s note. Her chest tightened in panic when it was no where to be found- swearing she heard Daniel roll it back to her. “No!” She hissed, searching the ground more fanatically. She had just found Daniel and now, she wouldn't be able to talk to her all because of some stupid pencil? Either the room was too dark or her eyesight wasn't as great as it used to be. The brown haired girl reached for a crevice in the wall she had sat next to, starting the long and painful process of standing up. It was close to useless, this work, pulling through what felt like the pressure of the bottom of the sea were the ‘water’ rushed across your skin, inflicting deep pains all over your body. She wouldn't stop until she was standing up straight to have a perfect view of her cell.
T-the pencil?!! Where is it? Her attention was diverted by a screen dropping down over her bed, showing that creature who pretended to be her Daniel at once. She would have throw snobby remarks at it’s grin if she had enough breath to or didn’t recognize a bloodwolf she knew from a year ago, just barely. Faces just passing by were normally forgotten by Kaori, but not this one. Yes, he had save her and the ‘used-to-be’ human Daniel from blood hounds. This was no reunion to be celebrated as her old savior was cut apart and tortured by multiple instruments Vlad was nice enough to introduce. Blood was a familiar site, since the past two years were drowned in it. But The bloodwolf’s howls and the fact that she’d watch the whole thing as stiff and silent as a rock was enough to bring nausea about her stomach. She had felt just about every horrible thing there was to feel, that it was hard to feel much anymore.
Regardless, she fell to the ground , in awe of her… lack of sympathy for the creature. Maybe it was because she had felt so much, she was tired of feeling anymore. Maybe she had already reached the highest point of anger and pain that it wasn't humanly possible to feel anymore. None was the same. She rested on the cell floor, cussing after feeling a circular shape that was in her hands this whole time- the pencil. Dumb, dumb , dumb.. She chanted in her brain, yanking the note pad towards her.
Nixon is not here, he went to the town. Kain and alfons are….dead or alive, not sure. I continue to ask myself why do they even keep us alive? I’ve not any blood taken from me, it’s more of a hazard than a resource with fragments of inactive powers I guess…… Even if you are mute forever, I will treat you the same as long as you pull it together over there… I’ve been wanting to figure out if …
Her chicken scratch came to a halt, the ‘f’ of the last letter just half way done. “The gas Daniel, the gas!” She shouted, quickly pushed what she had written back just in time for him to be able to read it before she saw darkness.