Bianca Syme (thetruthhurts) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-01-05 19:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-29, bianca, emyli |
Here to watch you die
Who: Bianca and Emyli
Where: Broadway Bridge area
When: Around one p.m.
Normally Bianca turned on the news when she woke up just to fill the apartment with noise so that she did not have to fiddle with her iPod just yet. She never actually listened unless certain keywords caught her attention. Earlier they had been talking about the march she gave not a singular damn about, but a little after eleven-thirty that had changed. Explosions. Bombs. Dead people, bodies everywhere, no one knew exactly what had happened but it was obvious that it had not been something good. Bianca's attention was caught and she was practically glued to the television as it showed images with people in various stages of a mess. But the television was not enough, oh no, Bianca needed to see this for herself. So she had turned the television off and darted into her room to throw something appropriate on. She viewed the shirt and grenade earrings as particularly nice touches and half-hoped that she would get a comment on them. Not that she would be listening because if this was even half as bad as she was imagining, and as the texts from her aunt had indicated, then she was going to be too busy staring to care.
And she was right. When Bianca had climbed out and started walking amongst the mess she had seen devastation like she had only ever caught on TV and in movies before. All of the blood... the screaming she could most definitely live without, and then the fingers that would pluck at her shirt or the hands that reached out attached to the still-living or wanted help getting here or there. "Do I look like a paramedic to you?" Bianca asked once woman who looked like she could walk perfectly fine. Far as she could tell the only thing wrong with her was that her arm was broken. Raising her hand she pointed towards an ambulance. "Take yourself over there and see if they'll help you. They've probably got better things to do with their time." That was when she caught sign of a familiar face and could not help but laugh at the sigh of her aunt dressed in a paramedic uniform. As she turned away she was almost positive that she heard "Fuck you, B!" shouted after her, and she just stuck her hand up in the air in response while she kept walking. This was seriously the most beautiful thing that she had ever seen. Graveyards were not as fun as this. She was almost positive that that person right there had only just died. He had been gasping for air, clawing at the ground and then a huge tremor had run through his body before he just dropped and stopped moving. Completely fascinated, Bianca moved closer and knelt down within reach. She hesitated a moment before she reached out to poke at his shoulder. He was still warm. A warm corpse. If she waited for long enough then she wondered if she would be able to actually feel the heat as it leeched out of his body.
Settling back on her heels, Bianca decided that she was going to do just exactly that. If anyone looked then they might think that she had known this man and was mourning his death. When really she was just holding his hand because she wanted to know if it took a long time or if it happened fast. His eyes were bothering her. Frowning, Bianca reached over to close them. Only... they would not stay closed. They just popped back open again. "This is what coins must be used for." Like she was going to waste any of hers on some dead man's eyes. Too bad she had not brought a pocket-sized stapler with her... oh! She did have her camera! It took a minute with only one hand but she managed to free it from her pocket and her case so that she could snap a picture of this guy and the devastation in general, caring not a whit if someone saw and was bothered. If they did not bother her then she was not going to bother them.