[ After a few moments, Alice's meltdown is nothing more than a blur. The broadcast memory seems like nothing more than a bad dream -- all of this does. And after the soft hum of music flowing through her ears, even in her lack of coherency, she knows she has to move. Alice starts to rise to her feet, her knees wobbling as she does.
It's always funny, in those states of utter rage and despair, they're always particularly draining given how hard her mind spirals out of control. Carefully, she starts to brace herself against the wall, rising with her hair in her face. Standing on her feet doesn't last long; Alice had over-estimated herself and takes a very hard stumble back on the ground. ]
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It's always funny, in those states of utter rage and despair, they're always particularly draining given how hard her mind spirals out of control. Carefully, she starts to brace herself against the wall, rising with her hair in her face. Standing on her feet doesn't last long; Alice had over-estimated herself and takes a very hard stumble back on the ground. ]