55.5 - Chance
Nadine Lewis
Batman (OC)
1313 words
(gothams_dent) [RP]
The sound of a police siren woke the woman. It struck her as extremely unusual. Sirens never sounded here. No one played loud music. The loudest sound heard in the quiet suburban neighborhood the doctor's house overlooked was a lawnmower or two when the sun was out and the weather was decent. The siren was extremely unusual, and it frightened her.
As she came to her senses completely, her fear increased. Nothing around her was familiar. The room was smaller, the bed only large enough for one person. The sheets were mismatched, but they felt more comfortable than she was used to. They hadn't been starched, and they lacked any decorative stitching or ribbons. They had a distinct scent, too. She couldn't place it, and she didn't mind it, but it was notably different than the sheets at the doctor's home. These sheets were... were what? They reminded her of something, the smell. A beeping noise, a reluctance to get up... What was that smell? There was something else, too. Something like-- like when she stood near the window when it rained. Something fresh. Something comforting. Before she could lose herself completely in the scent and feel of the sheets, she looked around the room further.
The closet door was open-- she didn't know where her bureau was-- and empty.
Batman (OC)
1313 words
(gothams_dent) [RP]
The sound of a police siren woke the woman. It struck her as extremely unusual. Sirens never sounded here. No one played loud music. The loudest sound heard in the quiet suburban neighborhood the doctor's house overlooked was a lawnmower or two when the sun was out and the weather was decent. The siren was extremely unusual, and it frightened her.
As she came to her senses completely, her fear increased. Nothing around her was familiar. The room was smaller, the bed only large enough for one person. The sheets were mismatched, but they felt more comfortable than she was used to. They hadn't been starched, and they lacked any decorative stitching or ribbons. They had a distinct scent, too. She couldn't place it, and she didn't mind it, but it was notably different than the sheets at the doctor's home. These sheets were... were what? They reminded her of something, the smell. A beeping noise, a reluctance to get up... What was that smell? There was something else, too. Something like-- like when she stood near the window when it rained. Something fresh. Something comforting. Before she could lose herself completely in the scent and feel of the sheets, she looked around the room further.
The closet door was open-- she didn't know where her bureau was-- and empty.