Alone in the Ghost Room
Characters: Willow Rosenberg
Rating: PG-13
Time Period: Modern
Location: Ghost Room
Relative Date: Shortly after the game has started, a few days in maybe.
Status: Open!
Also, whoever picks up should fill the position of the person mentioned at the end. Please and thank you! <3
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Willow sat in a chair, her face supported by her arm as she leaned on the bedside table. The room was gray and cold, it was the most comforting thing she had seen in days.
Everything was silent except for the confusion. The confusion rang in loud and clear, it flooded her mind and controlled her thoughts. Within the past two days Willow had found her world uprooted once again. She had also found plenty of down time to consider how much she had no idea what had just happened.
Nothing was as she had expected. Everything was beautiful, but there were no comforts. There were no people here to help her. There was no one here to help her resolve her issues nor to even talk about them. The only people she encountered seemed to be lost in the same world of confusion. Willow had hardly said a word to anyone and the few words she had exchanged had only lead her deeper into confusion. Each one of the few people that she had spoken to had come here for a different reason. Each persons ticket had said something entirely different, none of which would have appealed to her. How was it that her ticket had been so perfectly catered to her desires? It couldn't have been a coincidence. What kind of sick mindfuck had she found herself in?
Again her thoughts floated back to Tara, to her friends, to simpler times. Let's face it, the only reason that I brought my coward-face here was for the chance that I might see Tara again. The tears welled up in her eyes and slowly fell. But now I've really lost everything. Her face collapsed in her arms as she hunched into the table and sobbed.
Her sobbing grew louder as the minutes passed. She began to wonder if anyone would hear her, but suddenly didn't care for what any of the other confused people on the outside thought. Let them hear. Let them walk by and wonder about the weak girl who cracked first.
These thoughts fueled her misery as her sobbing grew louder and more violent. She thought she heard a faint knocking at the door to her lonely gray room, but dismissed it as hope rather than reality. Knock knock knock. It grew louder, more demanding, more real.
Willow slowly got up from the chair and wiped the tears from her face. She opened the door a sliver, as if protecting herself, to face the person on the other side.
Rating: PG-13
Time Period: Modern
Location: Ghost Room
Relative Date: Shortly after the game has started, a few days in maybe.
Status: Open!
Also, whoever picks up should fill the position of the person mentioned at the end. Please and thank you! <3
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Willow sat in a chair, her face supported by her arm as she leaned on the bedside table. The room was gray and cold, it was the most comforting thing she had seen in days.
Everything was silent except for the confusion. The confusion rang in loud and clear, it flooded her mind and controlled her thoughts. Within the past two days Willow had found her world uprooted once again. She had also found plenty of down time to consider how much she had no idea what had just happened.
Nothing was as she had expected. Everything was beautiful, but there were no comforts. There were no people here to help her. There was no one here to help her resolve her issues nor to even talk about them. The only people she encountered seemed to be lost in the same world of confusion. Willow had hardly said a word to anyone and the few words she had exchanged had only lead her deeper into confusion. Each one of the few people that she had spoken to had come here for a different reason. Each persons ticket had said something entirely different, none of which would have appealed to her. How was it that her ticket had been so perfectly catered to her desires? It couldn't have been a coincidence. What kind of sick mindfuck had she found herself in?
Again her thoughts floated back to Tara, to her friends, to simpler times. Let's face it, the only reason that I brought my coward-face here was for the chance that I might see Tara again. The tears welled up in her eyes and slowly fell. But now I've really lost everything. Her face collapsed in her arms as she hunched into the table and sobbed.
Her sobbing grew louder as the minutes passed. She began to wonder if anyone would hear her, but suddenly didn't care for what any of the other confused people on the outside thought. Let them hear. Let them walk by and wonder about the weak girl who cracked first.
These thoughts fueled her misery as her sobbing grew louder and more violent. She thought she heard a faint knocking at the door to her lonely gray room, but dismissed it as hope rather than reality. Knock knock knock. It grew louder, more demanding, more real.
Willow slowly got up from the chair and wiped the tears from her face. She opened the door a sliver, as if protecting herself, to face the person on the other side.