[RotM] #2009.26 - Setting Exercise
E. Setting Exercise Write a scene for your muse, placing them in one of the following settings: A car trunk
She felt the movement first. On the edge of consciousness, teasing her mind like a will-o-wisp, was the sensation of movement. It was only a slight swaying but it was enough to penetrate the fog that blanketed her mind. Too many years of training and of self-preservation, had Max opening her eyes to a mere slit to get her bearings. If her captors had been watching her, it would have appeared as if she were still asleep.
The first thing she noticed, was pitch black darkness but her eyes easily adjusted to that and it was then evident that she was in a trunk. Her hands were unbound as were her feet. Did that mean whoever had hit her with a tranquilizer dart thought she'd be out longer? That would be an advantage.
Max opened her eyes fully and shifted her weight to make it easier for arm movements. She stretched her left hand out to get a feel of how deep the trunk was and any obstacles that might be in her path. Her fingertips touched the back of the trunk only after moving her body slightly toward the back. It gave her a pretty good idea of the type of car that she was in from that and it also reinforced that whoever had done this hadn't left anything behind. There was none of the usual flotsam and jetsam that accumulated in car trunks. There was nothing to lead anyone back to them later. It was a cleaned out trunk which only made the unbinding of her limbs that much more curious.
She pointed her toes to see how far the end was, but she met resistance almost immediately. Max then turned her attention toward her head and inched her body upwards. That too, didn't take that long to end. So while the trunk was deep, it wasn't particularly wide. Information which had the field of suspects narrowing down even further.
Now that her surroundings were explored, Max let her other senses take over. She began to listen for sounds outside, also listening for sounds of people talking in the car, anything that would give away any of the plans. Max might hate Manticore for making her what she was, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to use every available resource to keep herself alive. They could thank Lydecker for that.
Max Guevara ~*~ Dark Angel ~*~ 394 words
She felt the movement first. On the edge of consciousness, teasing her mind like a will-o-wisp, was the sensation of movement. It was only a slight swaying but it was enough to penetrate the fog that blanketed her mind. Too many years of training and of self-preservation, had Max opening her eyes to a mere slit to get her bearings. If her captors had been watching her, it would have appeared as if she were still asleep.
The first thing she noticed, was pitch black darkness but her eyes easily adjusted to that and it was then evident that she was in a trunk. Her hands were unbound as were her feet. Did that mean whoever had hit her with a tranquilizer dart thought she'd be out longer? That would be an advantage.
Max opened her eyes fully and shifted her weight to make it easier for arm movements. She stretched her left hand out to get a feel of how deep the trunk was and any obstacles that might be in her path. Her fingertips touched the back of the trunk only after moving her body slightly toward the back. It gave her a pretty good idea of the type of car that she was in from that and it also reinforced that whoever had done this hadn't left anything behind. There was none of the usual flotsam and jetsam that accumulated in car trunks. There was nothing to lead anyone back to them later. It was a cleaned out trunk which only made the unbinding of her limbs that much more curious.
She pointed her toes to see how far the end was, but she met resistance almost immediately. Max then turned her attention toward her head and inched her body upwards. That too, didn't take that long to end. So while the trunk was deep, it wasn't particularly wide. Information which had the field of suspects narrowing down even further.
Now that her surroundings were explored, Max let her other senses take over. She began to listen for sounds outside, also listening for sounds of people talking in the car, anything that would give away any of the plans. Max might hate Manticore for making her what she was, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to use every available resource to keep herself alive. They could thank Lydecker for that.
Max Guevara ~*~ Dark Angel ~*~ 394 words