nisaka doesn't hear what max hears, so he doesn't jump like she does. but just as he's about to question her strange reaction (a hasty attempt to get him to sympathize, perhaps? to offer her comfort? oh, he's all those tricks before), he feels it — the sudden lurch of the elevator, the telltale drop of his stomach that means this metal box he's stuck in will soon be following.
his hands slam against the wall behind him, knocking against the railing and bruising up his knuckles. his back follows soon after as his heart leaps up into his throat, and his eyes are desperately searching the other walls, as if they might somehow present a solution to all this. ]
[A few Hail Marys might just help, on top of that.
Max is in the middle of practically curling into a tiny, defensive semicircle (far from a bid for pity, and much less attention---if anything, she's trying not to start going into a panic attack), when, on her end, there's an especially loud screech---like the elevator's running clear off its cables---followed by a rapid quaking, then a lurch.
She huddles further into herself, eyes darting wildly from Nisaka to the ceiling, with the expectation of seeing the cables come springing forth from through it.
She swallows hard.]
Kinda trying to do the exact opposite of that---
[Then there's a rough jolt that comes from the elevator, forcing Max to cut herself off as she squints her eyes shut, letting out a quiet whimper as she backs up against the corner she's reserved for herself.]
[ this is it, his mind keeps blaring — you're going to die here. they're going to die here. for as loud as the sudden shriek of snapping cables might be, he can still make out max's voice, sharp and piercing through the haze of his panic. he jerks against the wall, attempting to turn towards her, but in his haste, he stumbles, landing hard on the metal ground. his hands and knees ache, sharp pain darting up right through his limbs.
his mind feels rattled, as if he'd been picked up and shaken like some abused rattle. ]
L-Listen—
[ but he cuts himself. what is there to say? what is there to do? ]
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[ prayer circle for these two losers, tbh.
nisaka doesn't hear what max hears, so he doesn't jump like she does. but just as he's about to question her strange reaction (a hasty attempt to get him to sympathize, perhaps? to offer her comfort? oh, he's all those tricks before), he feels it — the sudden lurch of the elevator, the telltale drop of his stomach that means this metal box he's stuck in will soon be following.
his hands slam against the wall behind him, knocking against the railing and bruising up his knuckles. his back follows soon after as his heart leaps up into his throat, and his eyes are desperately searching the other walls, as if they might somehow present a solution to all this. ]
D-Do you feel that?
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Max is in the middle of practically curling into a tiny, defensive semicircle (far from a bid for pity, and much less attention---if anything, she's trying not to start going into a panic attack), when, on her end, there's an especially loud screech---like the elevator's running clear off its cables---followed by a rapid quaking, then a lurch.
She huddles further into herself, eyes darting wildly from Nisaka to the ceiling, with the expectation of seeing the cables come springing forth from through it.
She swallows hard.]
Kinda trying to do the exact opposite of that---
[Then there's a rough jolt that comes from the elevator, forcing Max to cut herself off as she squints her eyes shut, letting out a quiet whimper as she backs up against the corner she's reserved for herself.]
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his mind feels rattled, as if he'd been picked up and shaken like some abused rattle. ]
L-Listen—
[ but he cuts himself. what is there to say? what is there to do? ]