Is it deja vu if you're a different clone?
CHARACTERS: Sakura, Sasuke, Matt
SUMMARY: Sakura arrives. Not pleased
PLACE: Tier 3 by elevators
TIME: Day 1
WARNINGS: Mood swings; Anger, Paranoia, Nostalgia, Disorientation, Angst. Also emo sprinkled around.
Sakura had been growing aware of something making her move for the past few minutes, and a voice speaking. It took her a few moments to realize she was moving, or rather something was moving her, and her instinct screamed. A door slid open in front of her and panic hit her hard.
"W-what?" She slammed herself back away from the door, years of automatic movement forcing her back. It took several moments for her breathing to calm and she cautiously approached the door. Peace corps. Agreed to come. Her head spun and she took a step or two outside the door. Normally she wouldn't have been so cautious, but something..felt off. She reached for pouches that weren't there and she realized her clothing was different.
Anger washed over her immediately and she glared around her. Where were the people who were keeping her here and why would they steal her clothing? Sure, weapons made sense, but clothing?
"Alright, what's really happening?" As if on cue, a machine spat out a letter for her and she picked it up before taking stock of her surroundings.
SUMMARY: Sakura arrives. Not pleased
PLACE: Tier 3 by elevators
TIME: Day 1
WARNINGS: Mood swings; Anger, Paranoia, Nostalgia, Disorientation, Angst. Also emo sprinkled around.
Sakura had been growing aware of something making her move for the past few minutes, and a voice speaking. It took her a few moments to realize she was moving, or rather something was moving her, and her instinct screamed. A door slid open in front of her and panic hit her hard.
"W-what?" She slammed herself back away from the door, years of automatic movement forcing her back. It took several moments for her breathing to calm and she cautiously approached the door. Peace corps. Agreed to come. Her head spun and she took a step or two outside the door. Normally she wouldn't have been so cautious, but something..felt off. She reached for pouches that weren't there and she realized her clothing was different.
Anger washed over her immediately and she glared around her. Where were the people who were keeping her here and why would they steal her clothing? Sure, weapons made sense, but clothing?
"Alright, what's really happening?" As if on cue, a machine spat out a letter for her and she picked it up before taking stock of her surroundings.