Room 507, afternoon into night
After her class, Nadia had puttered around a bit, then headed back to her room to work on her song.
But, see, Furrball was taking a nap on her pillow, snoring little kitty snores, and he just looked so comfy that she had to join him.
Of course, naturally, shortly after she fell asleep, she started to dream.
It was like the last few had been, trapped alone in the dark, cold and unable to do anything. The flames came faster this time, than when she'd dreamed of the attack on Wilson, and they dissolved quickly to reveal the dark trees of the preserve, and Cally looking shocked and frightened.
"Stop, please," she was saying. "This isn't funny."
More fire, and then the attack began in earnest. The fist slamming into Cally's face, over and over. It seemed Nadia could feel every blow, though she was some distance off. She couldn't make out the figure doing the punching. It was just a menacing, dark figure, occasional flames licking along it, or lighting up where its eyes should be. Over and over, the dark fist slammed into Cally. She was fighting back, but it wasn't doing any good, the thing--man--thing--whatever it was just kept hitting her, speaking in a low voice that Nadia couldn't make out.
She tried to move, tried to force the attack to stop, tried to do something, but the next thing she knew, Cally was on the ground and the blood was reflecting the light of the flames on the figure as it kicked her, said one final thing, still unintelligible, to her, and stalked off.
That was when Nadia's voice finally worked, and she screamed hard, anger and fear pouring into the sound. It was harsh, loud, primal, and it woke her right up.
She sat up in her bed, the scream ripping at her throat, and before she'd even realized she was awake, she was stumbling out of bed and grabbing her jacket to pull over her layered shirts, struggling into it even as she stumbled into the door and bolted out into the hallway, headed for the stairs and then to the preserve.
She hadn't heard anything about Cally being attacked on the radio. She might be in time, this time. Maybe she could keep it from happening.
She just had to be fast enough.
[ooc: not open for IC interaction, as Nadia has headed right back out of the room. Wheee!]
But, see, Furrball was taking a nap on her pillow, snoring little kitty snores, and he just looked so comfy that she had to join him.
Of course, naturally, shortly after she fell asleep, she started to dream.
It was like the last few had been, trapped alone in the dark, cold and unable to do anything. The flames came faster this time, than when she'd dreamed of the attack on Wilson, and they dissolved quickly to reveal the dark trees of the preserve, and Cally looking shocked and frightened.
"Stop, please," she was saying. "This isn't funny."
More fire, and then the attack began in earnest. The fist slamming into Cally's face, over and over. It seemed Nadia could feel every blow, though she was some distance off. She couldn't make out the figure doing the punching. It was just a menacing, dark figure, occasional flames licking along it, or lighting up where its eyes should be. Over and over, the dark fist slammed into Cally. She was fighting back, but it wasn't doing any good, the thing--man--thing--whatever it was just kept hitting her, speaking in a low voice that Nadia couldn't make out.
She tried to move, tried to force the attack to stop, tried to do something, but the next thing she knew, Cally was on the ground and the blood was reflecting the light of the flames on the figure as it kicked her, said one final thing, still unintelligible, to her, and stalked off.
That was when Nadia's voice finally worked, and she screamed hard, anger and fear pouring into the sound. It was harsh, loud, primal, and it woke her right up.
She sat up in her bed, the scream ripping at her throat, and before she'd even realized she was awake, she was stumbling out of bed and grabbing her jacket to pull over her layered shirts, struggling into it even as she stumbled into the door and bolted out into the hallway, headed for the stairs and then to the preserve.
She hadn't heard anything about Cally being attacked on the radio. She might be in time, this time. Maybe she could keep it from happening.
She just had to be fast enough.
[ooc: not open for IC interaction, as Nadia has headed right back out of the room. Wheee!]