Jun 30, 2008 21:47
[Lying in one of the hallways of the Mansion is an unconcious girl, age 17.]
Ohh...mmnn...
[She groans, and begins to wake up.]
Mmm...oh, my head....
[sitting up, A looks around for a minute, before asorbing her location. A look of shock and horror washes over her face, and she looks around again, clearly confused. Something isn't right.]
Oh, God...where am I? This...this isn't my room...this isn't the House...
...Did it work this time?
Oh my God...am I dead? Did...did it really work?
...hello? Somebody? B?
[ooc- Enter yet another A, this one a girl! AU, best friends with B, suicidal and addicted to sleeping pills. Veeery skittery, approach with caution.]
a,
arrival