Snippet #1999730

"One hundred fifteen....one hundred sixteen, one hundred seventeen...FUCK."

The distinct sound of a rough voice snarling loudly reverberated through the room and the hallway just beyond it as Asajj Wrath swore furiously, spontaneously threw herself up from the ground in a sudden blaze of rage, with a burst of energy that, logically, no person should be possessed of after doing one hundred and seventeen rapid-fire pushups, and drove her fist into the nearest wall of her room. And goddammit, did it hurt. Of course, that fact hadn't stopped her from punching it time and time again over the course of the day, and her knuckles were raw and red, on the verge of bleeding from how determined she seemed to be to punish that wall for...well, everything that was wrong about everything.

And there was a lot that was wrong with everything right now. So much that not even working out, that which Asajj normally revelled absolutely in doing, could take her mind off of it. Just being in this room was a reminder that something was wrong. This was not her home. All these ornate, fanciful little decorations, the pomp and circumstance of royal life that Asajj so loathed and avoided. No, her room was simple, just as she liked--nothing more in there than a spartan, rock-hard mattress that hardly qualified as a bed, a bookcase for her literary pursuits, and a small array of tools for training and physical exertion. All gone. All. Fucking. Gone. Upon recalling the destruction of those few but precious personal belongings, Asajj gave another howl of rage, and for good measure, punched the wall again.

Moments after the day's latest burst of violent wrath, Asajj emerged from the room provided to her, gritting and grinding down her teeth. She just couldn't stay in there any longer. Every moment in the vicinity of that massive bed awash in satin and silk (she stubbornly decided to secure her night's sleep on the floor as far from the abomination as possible), every moment in which she turned and realised that her books were no longer there and her training implements were similarly vanished, every moment in which she ground her teeth and refused to let her yearning for those books to overcome her pride, was another moment in which the wrath characteristic of her seized her and overthrew reason in favour of blind fury. She would not tolerate it. Not even if that room was the only place in which she ran no risk of coming face to face with the enemy.

At the very least, her attire was still distinctly hers. A sleeveless training shirt, a pair of heavy, thick-skinned pants, and hardy, reliable boots. Simple, simple, simple. I've seen what they'd have me wearing otherwise, she mused darkly as she exited the hallway that led down to her detached little nook. There is not a word powerful enough to describe how revolted I would be at the very thought. A staircase--the one leading down into another part of the castle that, if Asajj recalled correctly, would take her out into the castle grounds. Outside was vastly preferable to inside--all the more so because nobody in their right mind would actually see fit to stick around the grounds once Asajj made her presence there known. Sometimes being someone so easy to hate had its advantages.

At the base of the stairs, however, the towering powerhouse of a seventeen year old nearly tripped over what might as well have been a sack of potatoes or something, if not for the fact that it was distinctly breathing heavily and looking up at the world with wide eyes. A second glance downwards informed Asajj that she had not, in fact, come upon a sack of potatoes, but had encountered her youngest sister. "Amanda!" she snapped sharply, realising from the beginning that yelling at her was fruitless. Even if Amanda could have picked herself up off the floor, Asajj rather doubted she would have made the effort. And with that, Asajj became aware of the presence of other living things in the vicinity (living things, how she hated them). One of them was Lexia, chewing at one of her stick snack things. The other two were...she scowled (well, she was already scowling, but somehow, she scowled even more). Brothers of Sin. Her quest to avoid them at all cost had failed again. Asajj refused to even look towards them as she bent down, effortlessly lifted her all-but-weightless sister, and then set her on her own two feet. "Maybe you should call for assistance before you attempt so insurmountable a task as descending the stairs," she couldn't help but rebuke bitterly, regretting the words immediately after they came out of her thin, dark lips...but it was always like that. Asajj would always lose control and say things that made people hate her, and she would always regret it right up until she did it again.

Wordlessly, without looking at anyone else, she simply walked onwards towards the exit out to the castle grounds, and to being blissfully alone yet again.