Y'know, Life's Weird. [Arianda/Junko] [CLOSED]

Junko felt herself rise from some sort of quiet, warm abyss, into the cold, uncomfortable unknown. Though, she wasn't being carried with the tenderness and care of a doctor or mother, or perhaps even father; no.. She felt the soft, cold squishiness of something beneath her body, her uncomfortably whining and trying to move away from it. The girl had attempted to open her eyes, but it felt like they were glued shut. She was too miserable and asleep to think coherently, so she simply faded into some sort of uncomfortable unconsciousness to escape the disgusting feeling she was met with.

Her mind's eye had momentarily opened, but only to misty, static darkness. She tried to call out for someone, but it just came out as one loud moan. She couldn't properly remember how to speak, or how words sounded like, or anything. Her consciousness constantly tried to pluck at things, to pull things in, anything...

Then a slew of memories hit her like a train. If that train was going over the speed of light, had weapons strapped to it, and was made completely of diamond that is. Her entire life ran across her eyes, every little detail her brain kept intact, played before her. She panicked at first, before she slowly quieted. Everything settled in; especially the depression. It all sank in, and permeated where it decided to sink; her heart. Her poor, fragile little heart.

She didn't quite understand why this was all so, but she decided it wasn't up to her to decide what was this or that. She remained quiet, though attempted to move, kicking her legs and trying to stand up, before shaking and falling back down in the mud beneath her, caking her horribly tattered clothing and flesh in more disgustingness. She groaned, rolling onto her back in order to have a more comfortable position. The girl had a sorry looking appearance, having her hair pressed and clumped together with mud, something that may have been tape or cloth stuck around her eyes up to her ears, being blackened, crusty, and peeling from sitting in the ground for who knows how long. Mud caked her body, her clothing being burned nearly completely off, barely any cloth clinging to her body, having been turned brown from the tides of time.