28 || Action, OTA + Strangelings ||
[Lottie had been hiding since the Mist arrived.
Why, might you ask? For fear of her powers going on the fritz again, for one. But it was mainly do to disturbing images that had been flashing before her eyes.
One minute it's her room, normal, if not unnaturally cold and unnerving; the next she's in New Orleans, shadows running rampant everywhere, people screaming, the sky a horrible industrial orange from all the toxic fires that rage all around the city.
The images are brief, but they leave her breathless, with tears in her eyes, body frozen in fear. They're incapacitating, and they come too often for her to just wander out. She didn't want anyone to see her like this, going crazy, seeing hallucinations... but... they felt so real... It's that exact realism that scares her to the point of isolation, scares her of her mental state.
But it isn't until a sharp pang suddenly hit her chest that she screamed and collapsed to the ground. It was as if she was stabbed all the way through, the pain great and unwavering. She managed to crawl to the wall near her door, propping herself up against it. The world spun from the agony of it all, and she couldn't move any further, not without passing out completely.
If only she knew it was phantom pains from her failed rescue.
Terrified out of her wits, unsure of what's happening to her, she desperately shrieks out for help between gasps for air.]
Sinbad...! Miguel...! Chel...! Aqua...! D-Dave...! Somebody... Please...!
Why, might you ask? For fear of her powers going on the fritz again, for one. But it was mainly do to disturbing images that had been flashing before her eyes.
One minute it's her room, normal, if not unnaturally cold and unnerving; the next she's in New Orleans, shadows running rampant everywhere, people screaming, the sky a horrible industrial orange from all the toxic fires that rage all around the city.
The images are brief, but they leave her breathless, with tears in her eyes, body frozen in fear. They're incapacitating, and they come too often for her to just wander out. She didn't want anyone to see her like this, going crazy, seeing hallucinations... but... they felt so real... It's that exact realism that scares her to the point of isolation, scares her of her mental state.
But it isn't until a sharp pang suddenly hit her chest that she screamed and collapsed to the ground. It was as if she was stabbed all the way through, the pain great and unwavering. She managed to crawl to the wall near her door, propping herself up against it. The world spun from the agony of it all, and she couldn't move any further, not without passing out completely.
If only she knew it was phantom pains from her failed rescue.
Terrified out of her wits, unsure of what's happening to her, she desperately shrieks out for help between gasps for air.]
Sinbad...! Miguel...! Chel...! Aqua...! D-Dave...! Somebody... Please...!