[Norma stops listening after the first sentence about Ace and Sabo is out from his mouth. ...No, that's not it. Her body just refused to work properly after that. She had heard it in his voice, and felt the warning signs of her body begin to perk to alertness, but Norma had no idea she'd fall this hard. She sits up in bed, with her journal on her folded legs, and stares blankly at the ceiling. Gone. Gone. Not one, but two. And...from what little did make it into Norma's head through the ringing in her ears, Sabo's no better off than Ace is. And he was just a little--!
She sniffs, and that's all it takes for the tears to begin falling and falling, continuously and without end. She wants to say it's not fair, she wants to yell and scream and kick, but Norma just doesn't have the energy to. Her body's shut down aside from feeling the heavy weight of Marco's words. Gone. Gone to die. It felt like only a little while ago that she was laughing and talking to Ace, joking and having fun. And now he's been taken away.
The back of Norma's head bumps against her wall as she slumps, then kicks her journal away lazily and slides down to curl up on her bed. She should probably lock her door, so no one bothers her, but she really, really doesn't ant to move. It's been one thing after another. She thought the worst was that damn Shift, but this...this is something else entirely. She may not go into work for a while. A long while. Hell, she may not even leave her room for that amount of time.]
[Nothing but Marco's gonna gatecrash anyway SO \8|/]
She sniffs, and that's all it takes for the tears to begin falling and falling, continuously and without end. She wants to say it's not fair, she wants to yell and scream and kick, but Norma just doesn't have the energy to. Her body's shut down aside from feeling the heavy weight of Marco's words. Gone. Gone to die. It felt like only a little while ago that she was laughing and talking to Ace, joking and having fun. And now he's been taken away.
The back of Norma's head bumps against her wall as she slumps, then kicks her journal away lazily and slides down to curl up on her bed. She should probably lock her door, so no one bothers her, but she really, really doesn't ant to move. It's been one thing after another. She thought the worst was that damn Shift, but this...this is something else entirely. She may not go into work for a while. A long while. Hell, she may not even leave her room for that amount of time.]