[closed/complete]
Characters: Guinevere (gwynnever), Elaine (thegrailmaiden), Lancelot (drinksalot)
Date/Time: 01/17, 7pm-ish
Location: Central Park Carousel
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Guinevere is freezing, and Lancelot and Elaine are involved.
Summary: Kidnapped and blindfolded, Guinevere has been left in Central Park in just her pajamas only to be found by Elaine and Lancelot.
Ever since being awoken early in the morning before any rational person would even think to tear themselves from their bed, Guinevere had been experiencing a truly awful day. She couldn't remember much about what had happened -- just that she had been yanked unceremoniously out of bed, blindfolded, and brought someplace cold -- but she knew that if she didn't get someplace warm soon she would most likely die. She couldn't feel her feet anymore, or her lips and chin, and sometime during the day she had decided it would be a good idea to remove her pajama bottoms as if convinced that would somehow make her warmer. Her numb fingers had proven ineffective at removing the cloth that was covering her eyes, but she was determined to get out of wherever she was.
She had figured out that she was on some sort of moving platform, and while her ears were stinging due to the chill in the air she was certain that there was cheerful music playing. Moving in a half-stumble, half-crawl, she had somehow managed to maneuver herself up onto what she assumed was a horse, her shivering legs keeping her balanced as she took shallow breaths of air into her system. The fact that nobody had managed to spot her sitting there, half-naked and shaking like a leaf would have seemed strange to her had she realized how long she had been like that, but time had long ago ceased to make sense in her head.
Opening her mouth to let out a rather pitiful cry for help, she could feel her body slumping over as she slipped into semi-consciousness, her blue lips parted slightly as her fingers slipped from their grip on the pole keeping the horse aloft. She didn't want to fall, however her limbs had stopped obeying her commands hours ago. All she could do was wait and hope.
Date/Time: 01/17, 7pm-ish
Location: Central Park Carousel
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Guinevere is freezing, and Lancelot and Elaine are involved.
Summary: Kidnapped and blindfolded, Guinevere has been left in Central Park in just her pajamas only to be found by Elaine and Lancelot.
Ever since being awoken early in the morning before any rational person would even think to tear themselves from their bed, Guinevere had been experiencing a truly awful day. She couldn't remember much about what had happened -- just that she had been yanked unceremoniously out of bed, blindfolded, and brought someplace cold -- but she knew that if she didn't get someplace warm soon she would most likely die. She couldn't feel her feet anymore, or her lips and chin, and sometime during the day she had decided it would be a good idea to remove her pajama bottoms as if convinced that would somehow make her warmer. Her numb fingers had proven ineffective at removing the cloth that was covering her eyes, but she was determined to get out of wherever she was.
She had figured out that she was on some sort of moving platform, and while her ears were stinging due to the chill in the air she was certain that there was cheerful music playing. Moving in a half-stumble, half-crawl, she had somehow managed to maneuver herself up onto what she assumed was a horse, her shivering legs keeping her balanced as she took shallow breaths of air into her system. The fact that nobody had managed to spot her sitting there, half-naked and shaking like a leaf would have seemed strange to her had she realized how long she had been like that, but time had long ago ceased to make sense in her head.
Opening her mouth to let out a rather pitiful cry for help, she could feel her body slumping over as she slipped into semi-consciousness, her blue lips parted slightly as her fingers slipped from their grip on the pole keeping the horse aloft. She didn't want to fall, however her limbs had stopped obeying her commands hours ago. All she could do was wait and hope.