Thread: Its Raining from Limbo [Farcry x Risi]

The committee had surrounded her on their Supreme Court-like wooden benches. The looked disapproving yet again. Their eyebrows were furrowed with disappointment and disgust. Somehow she had slipped through the cracks, something never done before, and caused some chaos. The first couple of times, they took it as a psychological need to test the boundaries, normal even. But her last stunt had 'Does-Not-Belong' written all over it. They had never sentenced anyone before, the committee was just a scare tactic and was used for deciding the themes of parties and such, not a matter such as this. But even Father Peter was getting old and wasn't doing the job he used to. One mistake in how many years? Really, I must be slipping... he chided to the committee and stormed away with out a look to the guilty party. There are two options really, they began, A community service or Limbo. We don't see you fit for being a tooth fairy or an elf really. It seems as if you would cause more trouble in those positions... they trailed off, always hating to make hard decisions and give tough consequences. They were angels after all. So, I'm sorry to tell you that you'll be sent into limbo. We understand that its not your fault that you were received into Heaven rather than Hell. However, we can't simply send you down there and giving hope and secrets to the Devil. The speaker sighed, So you'll just have to spend eternity in the in-between. Anthony here will take your wings and halo, though it won't be painless, then escort you to the exit platform. It was nice to meet you though. You may be dismissed. She had no say in the matter. No rights. It was her fault that she had turned a lucky situation into a bad one, and now she had to suffer. The thoughts were instinct in her body to fight, to be snide, to cause trouble. Miss Celeste? You need to begin the disembarking process now, the tall, muscular man told her slowly. She moved to open her mouth, only to remember they had took her voice before the hearing. A magical tongue was one to be wary of, even in the clouds. Anthony moved her to a muted cell, that even if she could scream she wouldn't be heard. He removed the halo, causing only a slight dizziness and headache, but the wings were a different story. It was almost as if he was ripping each and every feather from the wings and then the bones from her back felt like he had dislocated them. Tears ran down her face as she sunk to her knees, then the man walked away, leaving her bleeding back to heal slightly before she suddenly was in a state of emptiness. Her hair floated about her face, as if there was no gravity, but still air. There was no pain, so she figured she had reached Limbo. Where she would spend the rest of eternity. Celeste wasn't sure how it all happened but some time later, though there was no way of telling time, she was dropped onto a hardwood floor. Her body seared with pain, not only from the drop but from the dislocation of both shoulders. She heard herself screaming in pain, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. Her small, curvy body was face down curled into a ball with her arms strewn about at awkward angles as her medium-length blonde hair fell in curls around the back of her head. She was in too much pain to think about where or why she was, let alone look around to observe the scenery.