vandalization: (Rig - Can you tell me where I am)
Karrie (Vandal) Norton ([personal profile] vandalization) wrote in [community profile] re_alignment_logs2012-12-16 07:07 pm

Hallways always [OPEN]

who: Vandal and any visitors. [OPEN]
what: Vandal is bed-bound, recovering from her month-long detainment and torture.
when: All this week.
where: The Medbay
warnings: very yes
notes: Tag in your own threads, it can be set during any point in the week.



The beep of the monitors is loud with her head this eerily silent. Whatever he did to her, between the needles and questioning, he separated it. Took something. Now that static in her head is far quieter. It's almost as maddening as when it was present.

Now she's almost lonely without it. Well- she was lonely before, but now even more so.

She doesn't sleep, no. It's not safe to sleep anymore. She wants to scream every time she's left alone, but it's not practical to have someone with her all the time. Prism is dead, the Gatherer is dead, but the way she goes back to that place every time she shuts her eyes.

So she lays in a space between waking and sleep, startling back to consciousness every tie she starts to drift. Shaking. Thinking about it. What it did to her.

She reaches up to smooth a finger over the gauze covering what used to be her right eye.

Ruined. He ruined her worse than the church did. The mental, the physical.

Everything. Ruined.

She wishes they'd have killed her when they found her.

But she's also a coward, and afraid of death, so here she sits and lets the stitches heal.
inferiordude: zibanitu6969 @ dA (...i'm relieved.)

One of the first, no doubt.

[personal profile] inferiordude 2012-12-17 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
It's troubling, how much more he's come to rely on his abilities. But it's needed, so he's working with it best he can. Bottom line, Nexus is right. He needs practice.

He isn't sure where to begin asking for help, but now's not the time. No, not when he's needed right now. He hasn't gotten around to trying to coax her to sleep, though he knows he'll have to eventually. Soundwave understands her resistance to it, he really does, but it'd be for the best. Humans don't heal as fast as Cybertronians do, after all.

It brings him some terrible comfort about Prism and the Gatherer being dead. Part of him wishes he'd been part of bringing all of it down, but he knows where he was needed. That and he isn't cut out for vengeance acts.

Slowly, he approaches, kneeling down to try his best to get to her level.

"Hey, Joan Jett," Soundwave greets softly.
inferiordude: zibanitu6969 @ dA (dream a happy dream)

[personal profile] inferiordude 2012-12-18 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
There's a gentle glow in his optics as he addresses her. He tries to keep it light and friendly, warm and welcoming. She needs it. She needs more than that, but smelt if Soundwave isn't trying.

He reaches out, gently nudging the tip of his finger under her chin. "Ain't done much. You owe a bigger thanks for others. I'm... I'm just sorry we didn't find you sooner. I should've known it was him."

Prism's gone. That's one less nightmare to worry about, until one of the Firstforged maybe feel like bringing him back, but.

He won't mention that.

"You been resting at all?"