Yesterday had been incredibly turbulent. It had taken Noel all of the night to record what had happened to the group, down to the last detail. It had been so grizzly, so horrifying, so terrible. How exciting! Well, except for the death. Noel could never really be happy about death. Yet, the more often it happened in this place, the more accustomed she seemed to grow. It was a troubling thought.
She tried to count them all, everyone who she had seen fall. She’d lost count. She forgot names, forgot stories. Luckily she had them all noted down. Noel was by no means mentally incapable, but there were just too many to remember now. Too many bloody memories staining the walls of her mind the darkest red. How had she not broken to despair long ago? Perhaps she was more accustomed to it than she thought already. These were the thoughts she wrote in a different notebook, a special one just for herself. A reporter was an observer, but who ever said the tale of an observer needed to go untold? Unfortunately, she didn’t trust anyone to write her tale better than herself.
She just had to make sure not to die, so she could actually tell it! That part seemed to be getting more difficult lately.
Her stomach’s famished rumble reminded her that there was more to life than writing, indeed. Her one-track mind guided her straight to the dining hall. The young woman was remarkably zippy despite her not-so-apparent lack of sleep. Noel was obviously well-attuned to skipping a night. Though obviously, she hadn’t usually spent those fighting evil tween girl robots of death. Variety was the spice of life, though, wasn’t it? No, in this case it was hell.
The dining hall was filled with plenty of distractions for the distracted mind. Food was one, but people were a much more interesting diversion of her attention. She first looked towards Alice and Mercy, who were talking German for some reason. She wasn’t sure why, couldn’t they both speak English? Maybe they didn’t want to be overheard? Noel did so anyway, but quickly found out their conversation wasn’t really interesting enough to bother.
There was something much more interesting in this room, after all. Eyeing her target, she zipped towards the table with Zach in an instant. ”What is this? Zach! Seems you’re alright, after all!” She said with a large grin. ”Seems that royal bitch didn’t get to your brain after all? Good! Losing an eye can be pretty devastating. Did I ever tell you the tale of the corporal that trained me? Told me he’d lost his bloody eye in ‘Nam. Told me he lost it to a shrapnel grenade that his enemy managed to drop just before he blew his head full of lead.” She rambled. Good ol’ corporal Bloodeye, now that was a true soldier!
Noel then acknowledged Ice. ”Cooking and being a caring worrywart? Who are you and what did you do to the infinite nanny, my man?” Noel questioned Ice’s shift in character. Where had the antisocial thug gone? Not only had she heard he was getting quite cosy with the other ice cube in the room, now he was doting on the archer? ”Oh! Could it be you have a thing for eye troubles?” She deduced, forming the connection between the three persons. ”Why would that be, I wonder? One of your siblings, maybe? Hmm…” She said, grinning widely at the blood donor.
”So tell me, how are you planning on rising to the challenge of becoming the best archer with just a single eye?” She turned back to Zach, gleaming with curiosity.
Cyrus woke up following a terrible night.
He silently stepped out of bed, scooting over to the mirror. It seemed his bags had only gotten worse because of this. As if they hadn’t been bad enough coming in here. Even the long stay in the hospital bed had only reduced them that much. How infuriating it was.
Cyrus took out a small make-up kit. It only took a few motions with the small brush to work away the bags to near perfection. And people thought the position of infinite politician was simply politics? Oh, if only they knew! Cyrus barely lied in politics, but that didn’t mean there were no other ways of deception. It was those methods of deceit that Cyrus was proficient in; the ways that used no words.
The politician then finished to put on his suit and straightened his back. There, he was back to looking his usual charismatic self. He took a minute to paint a false smile on his face. The other manner of deception. The only method by which nobody would find out the mess that hid underneath. Misperception was the most perfect lie. After all, you didn’t even have to tell it! All you had to do was let the rest make their assumptions. Nobody questioned themselves, after all. Cyrus didn’t need to be a liar, people were good enough at lying at themselves already.
Practicing this false smile was rather difficult, his mirror was in pieces. Shards of glass littered the floor surrounded by all other sorts of objects. Several of them were the frames of broken glasses, there were maybe twenty of them here. In fact, everything in the politician’s room looked knocked over, beat up or in a different state of disrepair. Questioning what had happened to his room wasn’t something Cyrus had to do. He knew rather well what had happened here when he returned here last night.
Cyrus thought of heading to the dining hall, get himself some food. But no, the thought of food right now almost made him vomit. Right now he’d just need to take his mind of something. Perhaps he could use that tape player now? The third floor should have opened up! Perhaps that was the best course of action now. People should be eating right about now, and he didn’t feel like confronting any of them.
Cyrus did cross a carnage sister on his way, however. He didn’t bother to check which one. “You have my permission to enter my room until midnight, nurse. My room needs cleaning immediately. Please see it done.” He commanded as he passed, looking his usual haughty self.