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WHO: Nina Sayers | herturn and Tyler Durden | chipsfalling
WHERE: Somewhere outside the Porter building.
WHEN: At the night of February the 15th.
WARNINGS: Tyler Durden is in this log.
SUMMARY: Nina arrives in an all spoilery fashion. The only option is to run and ask for help. Who would be willing to offer it this late at night?
FORMAT: Starting as para! But we can do whatever the lady prefers.
There was nothing but the sound of her heavy breathing, deafened by the massive silence of the cold, metallic room.
Nina could hear a voice speaking to her, digital and automated. She turned her head to gape at the faceless machine, palms pressed against the floor to sit up and take a look at her surroundings.
She rose to her feet before the message was over. The surrealism of these circumstances and inherent confusion pushed her to find a way out as fast as she could. She stumbled outside and into the streets, hands now pressing against the heavy glass door, eyebrows pinched together in an alarming display of anxiety.
The cold of the winter night prickled on her bare shoulders and her legs, protected by nothing but white tights. The small number of people crossing the streets at that hour stared at her (at the outfit and at the dried up bloodstain on her stomach) as she walked by, wheezing and gulping, feeling every grain and discrepancy of the streets through the sole of her ballerina shoes.
After a while, Nina finally started crying out for help. She'd turn to strangers that would ignore her, shove her away or somehow make her change her mind, still pushing through her confusion and making her way around the City.
Nina finally found another figure in an empty street, back turned to her. Her steps faltered as her hands lifted to touch his arm.
"Please," She sobbed, eyebrows knitted together pathetically. Nina was hyperventilating and crying, an anxious and bloody mess in an ethereal, white ballerina outfit. Her voice became a whimper by the end of her plea. "You have to help me."
WHERE: Somewhere outside the Porter building.
WHEN: At the night of February the 15th.
WARNINGS: Tyler Durden is in this log.
SUMMARY: Nina arrives in an all spoilery fashion. The only option is to run and ask for help. Who would be willing to offer it this late at night?
FORMAT: Starting as para! But we can do whatever the lady prefers.
There was nothing but the sound of her heavy breathing, deafened by the massive silence of the cold, metallic room.
Nina could hear a voice speaking to her, digital and automated. She turned her head to gape at the faceless machine, palms pressed against the floor to sit up and take a look at her surroundings.
She rose to her feet before the message was over. The surrealism of these circumstances and inherent confusion pushed her to find a way out as fast as she could. She stumbled outside and into the streets, hands now pressing against the heavy glass door, eyebrows pinched together in an alarming display of anxiety.
The cold of the winter night prickled on her bare shoulders and her legs, protected by nothing but white tights. The small number of people crossing the streets at that hour stared at her (at the outfit and at the dried up bloodstain on her stomach) as she walked by, wheezing and gulping, feeling every grain and discrepancy of the streets through the sole of her ballerina shoes.
After a while, Nina finally started crying out for help. She'd turn to strangers that would ignore her, shove her away or somehow make her change her mind, still pushing through her confusion and making her way around the City.
Nina finally found another figure in an empty street, back turned to her. Her steps faltered as her hands lifted to touch his arm.
"Please," She sobbed, eyebrows knitted together pathetically. Nina was hyperventilating and crying, an anxious and bloody mess in an ethereal, white ballerina outfit. Her voice became a whimper by the end of her plea. "You have to help me."