Waking up...
Sep. 10th, 2014 01:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
icy_princessWho: only me
When: Day 4, evening
Where: The dorms
What: A girl in navy and silver
She opened her eyes and felt the cold ground pressing up against her. Looking around, she found that she was on the floor of a small room. It was a bleak room, a small room. She sat up quickly, feeling confusion wash over her. It all looked so... unfamiliar. And uncomfortable. The girl stood up and scanned the room. There was a bed, a dresser...
She opened a drawer and found navy and silver clothing. Identical copies of the same outfit. And not a flattering either.
The girls pursed her lips tightly together. What was going on...? She quietly shut the dresser drawers and went to the door to the room. She stood quietly at the door and listened.
Silence. The girl cautiously opened the door and saw a hallway with other doors leading into it. She followed the hall. Part of her considered that perhaps she should be frightened, concerned. But she wasn't. The girl crept down the hallway and into what appeared to be a common lounging area. She saw a strange word on the wall.
"...Malakim?" The word didn't come of her tongue easily. It certainly didn't seem familiar. Then the girl noticed something on her hand. Is that paint, a tattoo? She licked the back of her hand and tried to smudge what appeared to be a feather off of her hand to not avail. The girl couldn't remember getting a tattoo, but she had to admit, that was the least of the things to be concerned about not remembering. After all, what the hell was her name??
She didn't want to be in here anymore. She needed answers. But really, what could she even ask? The girl decided that she would address this dilemma once she laid eyes on another person. There was a sense of urgency now. Clearly this area had nothing to offer. The girl exited the room and found herself in front of an elevator in a small lobby area. She pressed the button and entered the elevator when the door opened.
Well, the first floor is probably a good place to start. Maybe I can just get out of here, she thought hopefully. She needed to ask what was going on. She pressed the button and stood defensively at the back of the elevator. As the doors opened, she took a step out and looked around.
When: Day 4, evening
Where: The dorms
What: A girl in navy and silver
She opened her eyes and felt the cold ground pressing up against her. Looking around, she found that she was on the floor of a small room. It was a bleak room, a small room. She sat up quickly, feeling confusion wash over her. It all looked so... unfamiliar. And uncomfortable. The girl stood up and scanned the room. There was a bed, a dresser...
She opened a drawer and found navy and silver clothing. Identical copies of the same outfit. And not a flattering either.
The girls pursed her lips tightly together. What was going on...? She quietly shut the dresser drawers and went to the door to the room. She stood quietly at the door and listened.
Silence. The girl cautiously opened the door and saw a hallway with other doors leading into it. She followed the hall. Part of her considered that perhaps she should be frightened, concerned. But she wasn't. The girl crept down the hallway and into what appeared to be a common lounging area. She saw a strange word on the wall.
"...Malakim?" The word didn't come of her tongue easily. It certainly didn't seem familiar. Then the girl noticed something on her hand. Is that paint, a tattoo? She licked the back of her hand and tried to smudge what appeared to be a feather off of her hand to not avail. The girl couldn't remember getting a tattoo, but she had to admit, that was the least of the things to be concerned about not remembering. After all, what the hell was her name??
She didn't want to be in here anymore. She needed answers. But really, what could she even ask? The girl decided that she would address this dilemma once she laid eyes on another person. There was a sense of urgency now. Clearly this area had nothing to offer. The girl exited the room and found herself in front of an elevator in a small lobby area. She pressed the button and entered the elevator when the door opened.
Well, the first floor is probably a good place to start. Maybe I can just get out of here, she thought hopefully. She needed to ask what was going on. She pressed the button and stood defensively at the back of the elevator. As the doors opened, she took a step out and looked around.
