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REPORT 007 :: WIA // ACTION | VOICE
[She had been here before. The feeling of a body too heavy to move, and the difficult breathing of a perforated lung. The nightmares had become all too familiar to her, but the days earlier disturbed her whole being. The images of Halsey's teams of scientists returned to her.
They had taken her. They experimented on her. They used her.
The Chief Petty Officer lays helpless on the ground, with injuries that would've usually been too minor for a Spartan, as her head wearily looks for option. She spots the journal, and with whatever remained of her strength, she holds on to it, and whispers.]
This is Sierra TwentyThree. I need assistance.
[She prompty drops it, knowing it would somehow follow her. It always did. Both when she wanted, and when not. This place had softened her. It wasn't supposed to happen. None of this was. This was the cost of her complacency.]
((OOC:Daisy's injuries are minor (even by her standards), but she suffers as if she had a perforated lung.))
They had taken her. They experimented on her. They used her.
The Chief Petty Officer lays helpless on the ground, with injuries that would've usually been too minor for a Spartan, as her head wearily looks for option. She spots the journal, and with whatever remained of her strength, she holds on to it, and whispers.]
This is Sierra TwentyThree. I need assistance.
[She prompty drops it, knowing it would somehow follow her. It always did. Both when she wanted, and when not. This place had softened her. It wasn't supposed to happen. None of this was. This was the cost of her complacency.]
((OOC:Daisy's injuries are minor (even by her standards), but she suffers as if she had a perforated lung.))
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