Toto, I don't think we're in government custody anymore... [OPEN]
Characters: Manuela and YOU!
Location: Cloud Gate (the big jellybean) and down Michigan Ave.
Time: Near twilight.
Content: Manuela arrives to terrible confusion and a healthy dose of DESPAIR
Format: Prose
Warnings: Unless your character is particularly salty, 100% cuddles and sunshine out of this one.
Manuela opened her eyes and found herself staring back in a hundred different reflections. And she was outside and not on her comfortable little bed in her room, for... some reason. It took a few seconds for the alarm to set in, but when it did, it came in hard.
She was wearing her nightgown and whatever force had brought her here was kind enough to give her her pink sweatshirt and a pair of sandals. She stumbled to her feet and clutched her hand around her right arm, where her rash ached beneath the bandage-- perhaps out of sheer fright. The sun was going down and it was getting colder and colder out. The Amparan girl shivered in the breeze.
"Hello?" she called out. "Is anybody there?"
There was no answer.
It was all Manuela could do to stay calm, but she took a few deep breaths to reassure herself. There were tall buildings all around her, taller even than those in Washington. Perhaps if she walked towards those tall buildings, she would find someone who could help.
So that's how a terrified-looking teenage girl found herself wandering alone down the twilit streets of Chicago.
Location: Cloud Gate (the big jellybean) and down Michigan Ave.
Time: Near twilight.
Content: Manuela arrives to terrible confusion and a healthy dose of DESPAIR
Format: Prose
Warnings: Unless your character is particularly salty, 100% cuddles and sunshine out of this one.
Manuela opened her eyes and found herself staring back in a hundred different reflections. And she was outside and not on her comfortable little bed in her room, for... some reason. It took a few seconds for the alarm to set in, but when it did, it came in hard.
She was wearing her nightgown and whatever force had brought her here was kind enough to give her her pink sweatshirt and a pair of sandals. She stumbled to her feet and clutched her hand around her right arm, where her rash ached beneath the bandage-- perhaps out of sheer fright. The sun was going down and it was getting colder and colder out. The Amparan girl shivered in the breeze.
"Hello?" she called out. "Is anybody there?"
There was no answer.
It was all Manuela could do to stay calm, but she took a few deep breaths to reassure herself. There were tall buildings all around her, taller even than those in Washington. Perhaps if she walked towards those tall buildings, she would find someone who could help.
So that's how a terrified-looking teenage girl found herself wandering alone down the twilit streets of Chicago.