Mary's Story 2/?
I didn't get much done today, mostly because I forgot already until almost noon. Here's another little bit. I'm so tired though, I can barely stay awake. I know there are errors... so many errors. and I'm sorry.
She headed down the corridor, past the guard station. She kept her face blank and her eyes up but straight ahead. Marco counted the guards and noted their positions, whispering the information in her ear. Escape was dependant on finding the chinks in their armor, the holes in their security. She might not be able to stand around the guard post all day tracking their movements and routines, but Marco and the other spriits could. Justine was her best spy. She excelled at seeing the pattersna nd always found the best routes, but justine hadn't found her way back to the beacon of Mary's soul yet. Marco, however, had been with her for years and this wasn't their first rodeo. Mary could follow the trembling pull to the recreation area, confident that Marco would do the reconnisance.
The TV was on in it's metal cage bolted high up on the wall. Sunlinght flooded half the open space beating against the tall stone walls like silent waves. Mary stepped away from the possessed, staring blankly at the propoganda being fed them through the prettywoman on the TV scren. She moved intot he sunlight like she was wadding into the ocean. With her eyes closed, she stood with her back to the wall. She could feel the sunlight crash into her, pushing at her like a dingy smashed against a seawall. She rocked with the movement of the waves, spreading her arms and fingers slightly to feel it rushing past her, through her, into her soul.
Where the florescent lihgt cut into her like little knives thrown from the light fixtures, the sea of sunlight washed her wounds and cleansed away the last of the possessions chalky residue.
After a few more moments, she turned around. Mary leaned her head on the cinder block wall and let the sunlight warm her back and legs. When she finally fel warm, soaked through by sunlight, she opened her eyes and tried to sort out the hum that had called her from cell.
It was a human, another magic weilder. She hesitated to call them fighters like herself. Not all with the gift to make a difference were blessed with the will to follow it through. But this magic wasn't repressed by possession, and Mary knew that was rare in this sort of facility. If she could find the magic user in the smattering of other inmates, she might be able to find an ally in her escape plans. Mary pushed herself away from the sun-warmed wall and back into the shade of the other half of the enclosure. She let her eyes readjust to the gloom and began to scan the crowd. She couldn't afford to approach the wrong person. Mary began to walk between the tables and bolted down benches, leaning in to listen to each person as she walked by.
She headed down the corridor, past the guard station. She kept her face blank and her eyes up but straight ahead. Marco counted the guards and noted their positions, whispering the information in her ear. Escape was dependant on finding the chinks in their armor, the holes in their security. She might not be able to stand around the guard post all day tracking their movements and routines, but Marco and the other spriits could. Justine was her best spy. She excelled at seeing the pattersna nd always found the best routes, but justine hadn't found her way back to the beacon of Mary's soul yet. Marco, however, had been with her for years and this wasn't their first rodeo. Mary could follow the trembling pull to the recreation area, confident that Marco would do the reconnisance.
The TV was on in it's metal cage bolted high up on the wall. Sunlinght flooded half the open space beating against the tall stone walls like silent waves. Mary stepped away from the possessed, staring blankly at the propoganda being fed them through the prettywoman on the TV scren. She moved intot he sunlight like she was wadding into the ocean. With her eyes closed, she stood with her back to the wall. She could feel the sunlight crash into her, pushing at her like a dingy smashed against a seawall. She rocked with the movement of the waves, spreading her arms and fingers slightly to feel it rushing past her, through her, into her soul.
Where the florescent lihgt cut into her like little knives thrown from the light fixtures, the sea of sunlight washed her wounds and cleansed away the last of the possessions chalky residue.
After a few more moments, she turned around. Mary leaned her head on the cinder block wall and let the sunlight warm her back and legs. When she finally fel warm, soaked through by sunlight, she opened her eyes and tried to sort out the hum that had called her from cell.
It was a human, another magic weilder. She hesitated to call them fighters like herself. Not all with the gift to make a difference were blessed with the will to follow it through. But this magic wasn't repressed by possession, and Mary knew that was rare in this sort of facility. If she could find the magic user in the smattering of other inmates, she might be able to find an ally in her escape plans. Mary pushed herself away from the sun-warmed wall and back into the shade of the other half of the enclosure. She let her eyes readjust to the gloom and began to scan the crowd. She couldn't afford to approach the wrong person. Mary began to walk between the tables and bolted down benches, leaning in to listen to each person as she walked by.