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Who: Liz Sherman and OPEN
Where: The Study, Floor One
When: Day 005 - Noon
What: Guess who’s back? Liz has been missing since the end of the night of Day One and hasn’t been heard from since. Dazed and confused she’s found herself in the Study once more...
Warnings: None yet
Her head was spinning. It seriously felt like it was spinning. And why was it so cold in here? Drawing her arms around her she rubbed her upper arms and shoulders, looking around, confused and disoriented. Opening her mouth to say something she stopped, realizing she didn’t need to talk to herself, not even for a sarcastic comment.
She knew this room. She knew this space. The door behind her was the one that wouldn’t open, the one that slammed shut not too long ago. (Or was it a while ago? She wasn’t sure about the time anymore).
Her hands rubbed her arms a bit in vain only to rub together to warm up. For a moment she thought about lighting up but thought better of it. It wouldn’t do any good, i she remembered right. “I’ve been here before...” she mumbled to herself, seeing the window that looked out into the one room but not into the Study. There was the desk, the book shelf and...
“Crap...” she muttered in a tone that would make Red proud.
Taking her first step she wavered a moment, feeling dizzy and uncomfortable. All that time... somewhere else... somewhere comfortable, and now she was here? Back here again!? For hells sake, she just wanted to go home.
Pushing past the desk, she looked around with flat eyes, her expression emotionless but tired. This was NOT where she wanted to be. Why was she still here. What the hell happened? Reaching the Study door she pushed it open, looking out into the hall.
“Hello?” Was the only thing she said, moving out, looking around, then dropping back against the wall, sliding down it and curling up a bit, knees up and arms around them. Damn it, this was too much. She didn’t feel like going anywhere. Her head still spun and she wanted to sleep again. Why did she have to wake up.
Staring off at the wall in front of her she just blanked out for a moment.
Where: The Study, Floor One
When: Day 005 - Noon
What: Guess who’s back? Liz has been missing since the end of the night of Day One and hasn’t been heard from since. Dazed and confused she’s found herself in the Study once more...
Warnings: None yet
Her head was spinning. It seriously felt like it was spinning. And why was it so cold in here? Drawing her arms around her she rubbed her upper arms and shoulders, looking around, confused and disoriented. Opening her mouth to say something she stopped, realizing she didn’t need to talk to herself, not even for a sarcastic comment.
She knew this room. She knew this space. The door behind her was the one that wouldn’t open, the one that slammed shut not too long ago. (Or was it a while ago? She wasn’t sure about the time anymore).
Her hands rubbed her arms a bit in vain only to rub together to warm up. For a moment she thought about lighting up but thought better of it. It wouldn’t do any good, i she remembered right. “I’ve been here before...” she mumbled to herself, seeing the window that looked out into the one room but not into the Study. There was the desk, the book shelf and...
“Crap...” she muttered in a tone that would make Red proud.
Taking her first step she wavered a moment, feeling dizzy and uncomfortable. All that time... somewhere else... somewhere comfortable, and now she was here? Back here again!? For hells sake, she just wanted to go home.
Pushing past the desk, she looked around with flat eyes, her expression emotionless but tired. This was NOT where she wanted to be. Why was she still here. What the hell happened? Reaching the Study door she pushed it open, looking out into the hall.
“Hello?” Was the only thing she said, moving out, looking around, then dropping back against the wall, sliding down it and curling up a bit, knees up and arms around them. Damn it, this was too much. She didn’t feel like going anywhere. Her head still spun and she wanted to sleep again. Why did she have to wake up.
Staring off at the wall in front of her she just blanked out for a moment.