There was a low rumble beneath her feet as she padded down the long hall barely keeping pace with Kylo Ren's longer gait. Running in socks was tricky. She was lucky enough to have fallen asleep in her days clothes but she hadn't exactly gone to bed wearing shoes. Chise slowed momentarily to listen. Hearing something mechanical shift loud and large enough for it to be heard beneath the steel floors. What was this place? Of course - for a girl from a quiet little pocket in the countryside it would never occur to her that was Snoke's mobile CIC leaving Starkiller. The last thought thing on her mind was to dwell too deeply on how very, very far away from home she was now.
Chise snapped out of it to see Ren a way ahead of her now. She races forward after him. It's habit, she thinks. Chasing after someone so menacing because she would rather be frightened in company than a lonelier alternative. Only glad when he stops she had already closed the gap. Already too overwhelmed and exhausted to know she wouldn't withstand being scolded for not keeping up.
"I-" Her cheeks hollowing and reddened in frustration when he shuts down a simple question.
Chise bows her head and takes his thinly veiled threats as they come. Eyes stinging and the floor blurring even as she willed herself not to cry. No tears fell but her frustration with Kylo Ren came to a head. She wanted answers - she wanted to go home. Hands clenched tight and bloodless at her sides the next moments were a haze of boiling emotions. She felt it like a quickening pulse and heard it beat between her ears like a second heartbeat. Kylo Ren was strong in the Force, and Chise could sense his powers being siphoned off into her - through her. His dark talents coming alive through her. Magnified.
Before she knew it the band holding her hair back snapped with a little crack as something unseen exploded out of her. No sooner than her coppery hair spilled around her face had the durasteel walls on either side of her caved and buckled with tremendous force. In its wake were two deep depressions on either wall bigger than them both that couldn't otherwise be recreated without heavy wrecking equipment.
Chise looked up with wide, bright green eyes peaking through a mess of red hair. She was startled by her own actions like a sleep walker coming back into consciousness. Was this the Force?
i definitely didn't cry over the lingerie vampire no sir
Chise snapped out of it to see Ren a way ahead of her now. She races forward after him. It's habit, she thinks. Chasing after someone so menacing because she would rather be frightened in company than a lonelier alternative. Only glad when he stops she had already closed the gap. Already too overwhelmed and exhausted to know she wouldn't withstand being scolded for not keeping up.
"I-" Her cheeks hollowing and reddened in frustration when he shuts down a simple question.
Chise bows her head and takes his thinly veiled threats as they come. Eyes stinging and the floor blurring even as she willed herself not to cry. No tears fell but her frustration with Kylo Ren came to a head. She wanted answers - she wanted to go home. Hands clenched tight and bloodless at her sides the next moments were a haze of boiling emotions. She felt it like a quickening pulse and heard it beat between her ears like a second heartbeat. Kylo Ren was strong in the Force, and Chise could sense his powers being siphoned off into her - through her. His dark talents coming alive through her. Magnified.
Before she knew it the band holding her hair back snapped with a little crack as something unseen exploded out of her. No sooner than her coppery hair spilled around her face had the durasteel walls on either side of her caved and buckled with tremendous force. In its wake were two deep depressions on either wall bigger than them both that couldn't otherwise be recreated without heavy wrecking equipment.
Chise looked up with wide, bright green eyes peaking through a mess of red hair. She was startled by her own actions like a sleep walker coming back into consciousness. Was this the Force?
"I'm sorry."