i. arrival [ Oh. Of course... she is in Hell. Where else would she be? It would be too much to ask, she supposes, for death to be the end. To simply not exist anymore. No. That would be too easy. But then-- perhaps this is better. At least here, she feels, maybe she's finally getting what she deserves. At least here, she's free from That House. Maybe that's it's own kind of freedom.
She makes her way down to the lobby in somewhat of a daze, despondent, not really watching where she's going. So of course, she immediately walks into someone for not paying attention. ]
Ah... excuse me.
[ Her voice is soft-- feminine, kind and gentle, and she doesn't even meet the eyes of the person she bumps into. Not out of fear-- she doesn't seem afraid. Rather, she just seems... out of it. Sad and lost in her own thoughts. ]
ii. we built this city, part one [ Cleaning is something she can do. She isn't strong, she isn't good at building things. But she can clean. So she puts her all into it. She doesn't complain, or slack off. In fact, Sakura doesn't really talk to anyone throughout the entire time she's put to cleaning work. The gloomy-looking girl keeps entirely to herself, speaking only when spoken to. But the work she does is impeccable. Before long, every area she's tasked with is spick and span. If someone else on her team makes a mistake, she quietly fixes it after they've moved on. But this approach has it's limits-- eventually, it becomes apparent that Sakura is pushing herself beyond her limits.
After umpteen hours on the job without a break, without complaint, Sakura still works at it determinedly, and the toll is beginning to show. Her gait is a bit unsteady, and she leans on the broom she's holding for support.
Then, without warning, there's a thud as she suddenly and simply faints. ]
ii. we built this city, part two [ Manual labour is not Sakura's forte. Though she's a little bit stronger than you'd expect just to look at her, it's not by any significant amount, and she struggles with many of the other non-cleaning tasks assigned to her. She's struggling to put up a stand when the beam gets away from her, and the whole thing starts to collapse in the direction of someone else. ]
matou sakura | fate/stay in hell forever | ota
[ Oh. Of course... she is in Hell. Where else would she be? It would be too much to ask, she supposes, for death to be the end. To simply not exist anymore. No. That would be too easy. But then-- perhaps this is better. At least here, she feels, maybe she's finally getting what she deserves. At least here, she's free from That House. Maybe that's it's own kind of freedom.
She makes her way down to the lobby in somewhat of a daze, despondent, not really watching where she's going. So of course, she immediately walks into someone for not paying attention. ]
Ah... excuse me.
[ Her voice is soft-- feminine, kind and gentle, and she doesn't even meet the eyes of the person she bumps into. Not out of fear-- she doesn't seem afraid. Rather, she just seems... out of it. Sad and lost in her own thoughts. ]
ii. we built this city, part one
[ Cleaning is something she can do. She isn't strong, she isn't good at building things. But she can clean. So she puts her all into it. She doesn't complain, or slack off. In fact, Sakura doesn't really talk to anyone throughout the entire time she's put to cleaning work. The gloomy-looking girl keeps entirely to herself, speaking only when spoken to. But the work she does is impeccable. Before long, every area she's tasked with is spick and span. If someone else on her team makes a mistake, she quietly fixes it after they've moved on. But this approach has it's limits-- eventually, it becomes apparent that Sakura is pushing herself beyond her limits.
After umpteen hours on the job without a break, without complaint, Sakura still works at it determinedly, and the toll is beginning to show. Her gait is a bit unsteady, and she leans on the broom she's holding for support.
Then, without warning, there's a thud as she suddenly and simply faints. ]
ii. we built this city, part two
[ Manual labour is not Sakura's forte. Though she's a little bit stronger than you'd expect just to look at her, it's not by any significant amount, and she struggles with many of the other non-cleaning tasks assigned to her. She's struggling to put up a stand when the beam gets away from her, and the whole thing starts to collapse in the direction of someone else. ]
Ah--! Watch out!
[ She yells, but it's too late. ]