[001] [OPEN COMMENTLOG]
[After the initial panic, the single thought permeating the fog of Nel's mind while she surveys the contents of her cell is simple. Succinct.
Not again.
She explores the walls, her bed, the furniture and flooring-- unable to truly recognize them as 'real'. Her head hurts to think it, but she has to acknowledge the possibility that it's all a dream. That hypothesis flies out the window with a hard pinch to her thumb. Exhaling through her teeth, the murky hardness of her eyes falls on the Keep record where it lays so unassumingly.
Moving... sluggishly, she crosses the tiny room to pick it up in gentle hands and study the cover. Nel finds herself unwilling to open it yet, shoving it under an armpit and drifting away to test her cell's door. Unlocked.
So she opens it without emitting even a surprised peep, exits, and shuts it just as quietly. The woman in black leathers and the unnecessarily long scarf turns and pads her silent way down the corridor.]
Not again.
She explores the walls, her bed, the furniture and flooring-- unable to truly recognize them as 'real'. Her head hurts to think it, but she has to acknowledge the possibility that it's all a dream. That hypothesis flies out the window with a hard pinch to her thumb. Exhaling through her teeth, the murky hardness of her eyes falls on the Keep record where it lays so unassumingly.
Moving... sluggishly, she crosses the tiny room to pick it up in gentle hands and study the cover. Nel finds herself unwilling to open it yet, shoving it under an armpit and drifting away to test her cell's door. Unlocked.
So she opens it without emitting even a surprised peep, exits, and shuts it just as quietly. The woman in black leathers and the unnecessarily long scarf turns and pads her silent way down the corridor.]