when johnny comes marching home

[ayu_nee]

Who: Everyone
What: Returning from the draft!
When: Midnight on the 7th and on
Where: Anywhere
Summary: Open post for post-draft returning and reaction, for those not in the plaza. If you're in the plaza, go to that log; if you're not, feel free to post here. ^^
Rating: Varies.

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[corrinesbell]

[Sheena's just going home.

Physically about as wrecked as everyone else coming back - wet, dirty, tired, bleeding - it's all she can do to limp away from the plaza and head for house 18. It's a long, slow walk for an exhausted ninja.

When she arrives, no matter whether Presea or Zelos is awake, or even home, first on the list is a hot shower. Then bed - if bed can mean 'on the hall floor in her pajamas']

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[Because Zelos was actually worried, no matter how much he tried to fake that he wasn't, he was waiting for her sitting outside trying not to look too agitated.

Of course, the second she arrives, all that is out the window, and it's go time for mother hen mode. He'll help her to the shower, and he can't say he isn't that unsurprised to see her passed out.

Right, to bed with her she goes.]

[corrinesbell]

[She won't even wave away the help to the shower. She's been injured and healed and injured again so much that she's not even sure what hurts or doesn't anymore.

But when he lifts her off the floor she curls in on herself as far as she will go]

We lost.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

You're in one piece, I'd call it a win.

[corrinesbell]

It was terrible.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Sounds like it was. I ain't gonna make you talk about it if you don't want.

[corrinesbell]

[then she isn't going to say anything else. At least until he puts her in bed]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[He'll even tuck her in. He's sort of hoping that she'll pass out soon so she can rest without getting even more upset.]

[corrinesbell]

[She does curl back up and shut her eyes.]

Stay.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[He'll take a seat on the bed, then.]

[corrinesbell]

[asleep is a mild word for what she will be in the next fifty seconds]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[Well, that works. Hmm. Since she asked him to stay, he probably shouldn't go back on that. Might as well catch a nap, all things considered.]

[corrinesbell]

[exhaustion has set in so deeply that she sleeps for a solid five hours or so. It's the pre-sunrise hour that gets her. Gets her up, that is, sitting straight up and screaming loud enough that it'd wake Kratos if he still lived next door.

At least the journal isn't open. Too bad for Zelos's ears.]

[not-klonoa.livejournal.com]

[Presea had witnessed Zelos taking Sheena inside, hovering nervously in the kitchen and living room as she was escorted into the shower then bed. Presea's agitated, warring with her desire to see her friend and the rationale that Sheena is injured and needs to rest and recover. She could pick out snippets of her and Zelos' conversation (she'll feel bad about eavesdropping eventually) with her hyper senses, so her concern only escalated.

However, she allows Sheena to rest, only going in to check on her some hours later.]

[corrinesbell]

[She almost certainly slept again after waking Zelos up before dawn. If Presea comes late enough in the morning, she'll be up again, sitting with her knees drawn up to her chest and her face in her hands.]

[not-klonoa.livejournal.com]

[It was hard to sleep knowing her friend was injured and had suffered through such hardships. Even when she didn't necessarily need to, Presea chose to stay up this time and check up on her friend. Seeing her curled up and looking so afraid was not what Presea had been expecting. Concern swells in her chest and hovers in the doorway before taking a quiet step forward.

Presea wasn't sure if Sheena needed more time or not, but she wanted to be there, wanted to make sure.]

...Sheena?

[corrinesbell]

[A voice. Sheena jerks and flinches, looking over and relaxing a little when she sees who it is.]

H-Hey, Presea.

[she's still running a low fever and generally feeling like a mess. But she looks glad to see someone she knows.]

[not-klonoa.livejournal.com]

[It's hard not to notice Sheena's behavior when she first entered, and Presea knows it's from the draft. So many others were the same, from what she's seen on the journal. Their voices and faces in the camera showed just how dire the outcome this time around had been.

But seeing someone she was close to so afflicted by that aches much, much more. Was that what it meant to be 'friends' with someone?]

...Forgive me. I did not mean to startle you. A-Are you feeling well?

[corrinesbell]

[there's no point in lying to her, is there?]

I don't feel that great. But I think...I'll be okay after a while.

[not-klonoa.livejournal.com]

[Presea's glad that Sheena's honest with her, but that only makes it feel like she's intruding; like Sheena should be resting and recovering her strength. Presea doesn't have any healing artes like Raine, nor does she have any gels or medicine to give her friend. All she can do is tear things down...]

Is...is there anything I can do? To make you feel more comfortable. I-I do not wish to intrude when you are unwell...

[corrinesbell]

[She runs one hand through her hair and shakes her head slowly]

Could you get me a glass of water? Please?

[not-klonoa.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[Presea nods, then exits and returns in a few minutes with a glass of water, which she offers to her friend quietly. If this a way she can help, she'll accept it.]

[corrinesbell]

[She's a little shaky as she takes it and sips at it, but it does seem to settle her a little. And she sounds better once she drinks some and clears her throat.]

Thanks. ...Sit down if you wanna. I kinda...don't wanna be by myself today.

[not-klonoa.livejournal.com]

[Presea does take a seat on the bed beside Sheena, watching her carefully for a moment, especially her hands and how obviously they are shaking. She then looks down, folding her hands into her lap. It seems every time they have a conversation, Sheena's been injured. It bothers Presea more than she wants to admit, and she's getting upset that she can't do more than just sit by her side awkwardly.

She just doesn't know what else she's supposed to say or do and it's getting to her.]

What...exactly happened upon the battle field? Would you be willing to tell me? ...Do not feel obliged to, if you are not able.

[corrinesbell]

[Sheena sets the water down, turning her head so she's not quite looking at Presea's eyes anymore. This is a story she'll have to tell to the wall.]

It wasn't...the first couple of days it was like the other drafts. There were enemies and we were in a tough environment but...it didn't seem all that bad really. I think what made it worse was that nobody got to rest. We were never safe.

[a pause. ...In fact, a long enough pause for a lot of breaths.]

Then...then the last day, it was...really raining, and it was like it was raining enemies too...they just kept coming outta nowhere...

I thought...we were all gonna die. That they'd just sent us out there to lose and nobody was left to get us out.