[Why does everyone leave me, Active, Open]
Who: Mary Winchester, Open
Where: Leaving the attic and onto the second floor
When: Night 002
What: Mary is waking from death and is...a little disoriented. Anyone even notice she was gone?
Warnings: Mentions of death, possibly gore? And language.
Sitting up suddenly in the attic, Mary looked around cautiously, her heart racing with an unknown fear. What was she doing here? Moments ago she was in the parlor...she wasn't sure who she was with though. She couldn't remember much but...she remembered teeth. And snarling. They weren't from the person she was with though, that was something else. Standing slowly, her legs were shaky as she leaned against a wall. She was filthy and she felt a need to get back to the room she'd claimed. She couldn't rmember what she was running from, but she knew she had to get back to a safe place, it was too open here.
Making her way to the stairs, as she walked down into the dim light, it bacame clear just how dirty she was, her whole body covered in a layer of dust, like she'd been a discarded doll that had been in the attic for years. Leaning on the wall as she walked, her mind was assaulted by brief flashes of bloody floors and a feeling of complete and total fear.
Where: Leaving the attic and onto the second floor
When: Night 002
What: Mary is waking from death and is...a little disoriented. Anyone even notice she was gone?
Warnings: Mentions of death, possibly gore? And language.
Sitting up suddenly in the attic, Mary looked around cautiously, her heart racing with an unknown fear. What was she doing here? Moments ago she was in the parlor...she wasn't sure who she was with though. She couldn't remember much but...she remembered teeth. And snarling. They weren't from the person she was with though, that was something else. Standing slowly, her legs were shaky as she leaned against a wall. She was filthy and she felt a need to get back to the room she'd claimed. She couldn't rmember what she was running from, but she knew she had to get back to a safe place, it was too open here.
Making her way to the stairs, as she walked down into the dim light, it bacame clear just how dirty she was, her whole body covered in a layer of dust, like she'd been a discarded doll that had been in the attic for years. Leaning on the wall as she walked, her mind was assaulted by brief flashes of bloody floors and a feeling of complete and total fear.