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Re: Solitude

Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2018 1:59 am
by Annasiel
Sable's fingers were somehow more steady now than they'd been a mere minute before. They had no difficulty in undoing the helmet's clasp, seal cracking with a serpentine hiss as she worked the dome off of her suit. An eerie sense of calm filled her, one part relief, one part fear pushed beyond the point of anxiety.

"You freaking מטומטמת," she whispered, her voice barely breaking audible. It came out in a strained rasp, and it was then she realized she wasn't truly calm, not the at-ease sort. Her entire body was wound so tight that it stopped her from shaking. Inside the suit, her fingers were clenched so hard her fingernails bent against the gloves' padding. The doctor took a step towards Blair, then stopped, silent for a moment.

Then she spoke again.

"You could have died." Strained, but more matter of fact. Her face remained blank. Impassive. Staring. Then she frowned, and her brow crinkled in what could have been anger or frustration. "You are an incompetent fool. This was a simple task, and you failed it, almost killing yourself in the process. Then where would I have been? Stuck alone on this spaceship without even your worthless aid?"

The woman spat to the side and clapped her hands together. It might have been a loud gesture, if not for the heavy gloves muting the impact.

"Be more careful next time, jackal, or I might not be so quick to save you."

She needed a fix. God be, she said she would limit herself, but she needed a fix now. Her body was wound so tight it creaked when she moved, and if at any point she let the tension go, she feared the shaking would return. The starting vestiges of a headache were putting their hooks into her skull, as well. Not wanting to waste another second of her time on the reprehensible woman, Sable began to undo the rest of the suit, hanging the parts with deliberate force on the nearby hook.

She almost died. You don't hate her that much, do you?

Do you hate her more than you hate yourself?

Re: Solitude

Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2018 11:17 pm
by Quirbles
She'd lived.

Blair tore off her helmet and let it clatter to the ground in silence, ripping off her suit in a display of panic-driven haste before throwing that, too, onto the cold metal floor of the ship. Her face stung-- no, that was too soft a word. It burned, a throbbing wave of pain cascading across the singed crack in her visage; every pulsating heartbeat brought malice, the sensation pulling her further and further away from the station. Sable spoke, her words blurring as the agony crescendoed. It felt like she was on fire. She almost died.

She almost died.

"You are an incompetent fool. This was a simple task, and you failed it, almost killing yourself in the process. Then where would I have been? Stuck alone on this spaceship without even your worthless aid?"

The pain numbed. Blair let out a shaky breath, her eyes defocusing and staring into the grey wall of the EVA suit chamber as the words washed over her. She almost died, and she was being blamed for it. For something she didn't do. Incompetent, for the reel breaking due to an outside influence. Saving her own life through sheer strength, and she was being berated by this, this—

"Be more careful next time, jackal, or I might not be so quick to save you."

Thoughts turned off, the handle being pulled as she stopped breathing. A ringing grew in Blair's mind.

A moment passed, and she let out an scream of agony.

The astronaut's hands grabbed at the collar of the EVA's helmet and hurled it at the doctor, the already cracked visor shattering upon impact with whatever surface it fell upon. Next, her hands snapped directly to the neck of her colleague, finger arms seeking to wrap around tender flesh and push it back into the wall. Her scream broke, choking into a soft wail as tears blinded her vision, a thread snapping in her mind as a single hand withdrew from the neck and curled into a fist, pounding down upon the woman who'd tried to kill her.


Her wails devolved into incomprehensible mutterings as her strikes decreased in intensity, her already-exhausted limbs falling to the side as she tried to give one last shove towards the doctor. A thin crack across her skin blistered down the center of her face, the pigment as reddened as her eyes. It had begun to bleed.


One last slap, to be delivered hard across the face if she could get it in. Conscious effort was taken to stop herself from devolving into another attempted beating.

Blair stopped speaking, now, stumbling backward as the cries devolved into whispers.

"You snake-like... vile woman, you almost k— kill me and have the balls to, to—"

Her breath caught in her throat.

You'll only try to kill her if you stay around any longer.

"I should rip your fucking tongue out. You liar. I didn't reel myself in, you did, you caused this."

Blair turned on her heels, storming off into the hallways as she softly cried to herself, wiping the tears from her eyes and yelling obscenities as she disappeared from view of the airlock.

Re: Solitude

Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2019 1:56 am
by Annasiel
A scream tore through the air, followed by a sharp pain as something heavy and hard shattered against her arm. Sable blinked, staring down at the broken helmet rolling on the floor beside her, at the sparkles of glass glittering from where it had struck her. Her first thought was a rational one. Safety glass, based on the way it had cracked, which was both a blessing and a curse -- on one hand, the only injury to herself was a quickly purpling bruise, but on the other, that was a cheap thing to build an exosuit visor out of. The transition filter was a good precaution, but still, a single impact could easily compromise such a flawed design.

She almost said so, but her words were stopped with her breath. Sable staggered backwards, digging her nails into Blair's hands, trying desperately to pry them away from her aching throat.

"Blair, I- Blair-" she tried to say, but her voice came out in a rasp. Her vision dimmed. The woman was going to kill her, and was it really undeserved? Then, a momentary reprieve. The grip loosened. Sable took a deep breath, wincing as the air pushed through a doubtless folded trachea, but taking comfort in the cool wave nonetheless.



The other woman's fist glanced off her cheekbone, driving with it enough force to jolt her head backwards. Every time she tried to get a word in edgewise, another hit. Another. Another. Her body stung, her eyes watered. Words lost, Sable merely stood limply, waiting for the disorienting pain to stop. A shove sent her stumbling backwards, then to add insult to injury, a ringing slap across her face. It added little to the pain, but for whatever reason, the sound of it hung in her ears for a good few seconds after it had faded. The woman was silent when her coworker spat her last words, and didn't even turn to watch her leave, instead slowly lowering herself to the floor and wrapping her arms around herself tightly. Into the silence, she muttered echoed words more for herself than anyone else.

"I caused this."

That, that hurt more than anything Blair inflicted.