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Date: April 12/13, 2003
Status: Private (Rose, Adam, Michael; more might join after Michael has reached the room) - Complete
Setting: Rose's room (111)
Summary: Nightmares
It had been a rather eventful day, Rose mused as she stripped off shirt, sneakers and jeans. She never bothered with underwear. The less clothes the better after all. She opened a window in her room, letting the cool night air in. The breeze brought smells with it and Rose inhaled greedily. Her hands and feet itched and she really wanted to run around in her fur-form, exploring meadows and woods. But she couldn't, it was too risky, and so she went to bed with a sigh. She curled up under the covers and quickly fell asleep.
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It was dark and the ground under her naked feet was soft and grassy. She could feel that she wore jeans and a short-sleeved shirt, and at a faint sound she turned around. There, between some trees, a faint glow came slowly closer. Rose began shivering and was poised for flight, not knowing what that glow could be. Finally she recognized the angel she had seen at the manor, the one with the gold-tinged wings. The air around him glowed with a bright golden light and he wore one of those garments she'd always thought of as white nightgowns when she saw them in old paintings of angels. And he looked angry.
When he came closer he drew his sword and pointed it at her. "You are evil, creature of the devil, and in the name of God I will rid the earth of you and your kind!" His voice boomed like thunder and Rose turned with a frightened yelp and ran as fast as she could. She could hear him following her, gaining on her, could hear him call her a 'foul creature', an 'abomination', a 'creature of Satan' in that booming voice.
Desperate to get away Rose ripped off her shirt and started at the button and zipper of her jeans. If she could get the clothes off she could transform. Cloud could run faster than Rose and Cloud had sharp teeth and claws, maybe she stood at least a chance against this creature, maybe she could survive this way, she needed to get away, she just had to get away, oh please!
Status: Private (Rose, Adam, Michael; more might join after Michael has reached the room) - Complete
Setting: Rose's room (111)
Summary: Nightmares
It had been a rather eventful day, Rose mused as she stripped off shirt, sneakers and jeans. She never bothered with underwear. The less clothes the better after all. She opened a window in her room, letting the cool night air in. The breeze brought smells with it and Rose inhaled greedily. Her hands and feet itched and she really wanted to run around in her fur-form, exploring meadows and woods. But she couldn't, it was too risky, and so she went to bed with a sigh. She curled up under the covers and quickly fell asleep.
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It was dark and the ground under her naked feet was soft and grassy. She could feel that she wore jeans and a short-sleeved shirt, and at a faint sound she turned around. There, between some trees, a faint glow came slowly closer. Rose began shivering and was poised for flight, not knowing what that glow could be. Finally she recognized the angel she had seen at the manor, the one with the gold-tinged wings. The air around him glowed with a bright golden light and he wore one of those garments she'd always thought of as white nightgowns when she saw them in old paintings of angels. And he looked angry.
When he came closer he drew his sword and pointed it at her. "You are evil, creature of the devil, and in the name of God I will rid the earth of you and your kind!" His voice boomed like thunder and Rose turned with a frightened yelp and ran as fast as she could. She could hear him following her, gaining on her, could hear him call her a 'foul creature', an 'abomination', a 'creature of Satan' in that booming voice.
Desperate to get away Rose ripped off her shirt and started at the button and zipper of her jeans. If she could get the clothes off she could transform. Cloud could run faster than Rose and Cloud had sharp teeth and claws, maybe she stood at least a chance against this creature, maybe she could survive this way, she needed to get away, she just had to get away, oh please!