004. Insides
It was the smallest space she'd ever been in.
Enclosed inside of a small room, about the size of an empty closet, she couldn't even spread her wings fully.
It was also dark. There was no handle, and she couldn't see the door.
She was uneasy. "Hello?" Arabelle spoke, aloud. She was the only person in the room, alas, and she was getting more and more tense. "Anybody out there? I'm stuck."
She started to breath quicker at no response. "Come on, this ain't funny. Lemme out." Her wings flicked, she was growing steadily more nervous.
"Seriously. Let me out." Her voice grew harder, as she started to get more uneasy.
"Come on. Let. Me. Out." Arabelle pressed herself against the wall she was facing, she assumed it was the door, or whatever suited as the door. "Please."
She shivered. She took a step back and *RAMMED* her shoulder against the wall, a heavy metal *THUNK* resounding through the tiny closet. "Goddammit, LET ME OUT."
She rammed her shoulder against the wall again. "LET ME OUT."
And twice more, before she slumped against the wall, a sobbing, shivering mess.
(( More or less speculation, Arabelle's worst fear is being closed up in a small space she can't escape, and this is, pretty much, how I see it playing out as one scenario of being forced to live her fear. ))
Enclosed inside of a small room, about the size of an empty closet, she couldn't even spread her wings fully.
It was also dark. There was no handle, and she couldn't see the door.
She was uneasy. "Hello?" Arabelle spoke, aloud. She was the only person in the room, alas, and she was getting more and more tense. "Anybody out there? I'm stuck."
She started to breath quicker at no response. "Come on, this ain't funny. Lemme out." Her wings flicked, she was growing steadily more nervous.
"Seriously. Let me out." Her voice grew harder, as she started to get more uneasy.
"Come on. Let. Me. Out." Arabelle pressed herself against the wall she was facing, she assumed it was the door, or whatever suited as the door. "Please."
She shivered. She took a step back and *RAMMED* her shoulder against the wall, a heavy metal *THUNK* resounding through the tiny closet. "Goddammit, LET ME OUT."
She rammed her shoulder against the wall again. "LET ME OUT."
And twice more, before she slumped against the wall, a sobbing, shivering mess.
(( More or less speculation, Arabelle's worst fear is being closed up in a small space she can't escape, and this is, pretty much, how I see it playing out as one scenario of being forced to live her fear. ))