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WHO: Ana Lewis, Uhura
WHERE: Lower levels.
WHEN: Sometime after bad stuff happens. Whenever works for you, Kota!
WHAT:: Action Ana! Warden rescue.
Somehow she'd gotten separated from McCullen and Sark; Ana wore the walls moved in this place. She had already run into ghosts that she didn't want to see, and had managed to come through without anything more than her skin becoming rather pale and a fine tremor in her finger as she held her gun. The gun was the most telling bit, because the Baroness's hands never shook. Ever. Something had spoked her, and Ana wasn't going to ever mention to anyone what it was. Her ghosts were ones who were both living and dead, and they were too private and too important to be shared. And they were still there. She could feel them all around her, see them out of the corner of her eye.
She'd kicked in the door in the nurse's station, and she pulled the numbered key off the hook, holding it in her hand so tightly that her knuckles were white. There was gunfire from somewhere and quickly Ana turned. She saw a ghost nurse reflected in the journal that forced the image to flicker. The air felt too close and too confining and Ana felt like she was going to drown in it. That dim square of blue light hovered in the air. before she yelled loudly, as if the yelling would keep the ghosts away like she imagined it would when she was a kid. "Uhura!"
WHERE: Lower levels.
WHEN: Sometime after bad stuff happens. Whenever works for you, Kota!
WHAT:: Action Ana! Warden rescue.
Somehow she'd gotten separated from McCullen and Sark; Ana wore the walls moved in this place. She had already run into ghosts that she didn't want to see, and had managed to come through without anything more than her skin becoming rather pale and a fine tremor in her finger as she held her gun. The gun was the most telling bit, because the Baroness's hands never shook. Ever. Something had spoked her, and Ana wasn't going to ever mention to anyone what it was. Her ghosts were ones who were both living and dead, and they were too private and too important to be shared. And they were still there. She could feel them all around her, see them out of the corner of her eye.
She'd kicked in the door in the nurse's station, and she pulled the numbered key off the hook, holding it in her hand so tightly that her knuckles were white. There was gunfire from somewhere and quickly Ana turned. She saw a ghost nurse reflected in the journal that forced the image to flicker. The air felt too close and too confining and Ana felt like she was going to drown in it. That dim square of blue light hovered in the air. before she yelled loudly, as if the yelling would keep the ghosts away like she imagined it would when she was a kid. "Uhura!"