It's all in your head...
Evey and the clothesbox had a general understanding. She wouldn't insult it or kick it and it would give her at least one usable garment, even if that garment was found in a sea of hideous dresses. Sometimes it would even give her two. The arrangement worked out fairly well, because it got to give her the things it liked and she still managed to find something to wear. It was actually quite easy, since almost everything good was in contrast to hideously floral things.
Today, though, the box was apparently feeling distinctly contrary. If she were paranoid, she might conclude that the box was taking its cue from her recent confusion, but she preferred not to ascribe sentience to cardboard boxes more than was absolutely necessary. She was therefore digging through the box in growing exasperation, looking for something to wear to Padme's wedding that was not short, tight, translucent, or all three, when she heard the voices behind her, and, even worse, felt the hot breath on her neck.
"Yer not gonna be wearin' any of those things fer long once we catch you, girlie. Mr. Creedy's got special plans fer you."
She whirled around, only to see no one there...like always. She looked carefully around the room and even went into the store room, but it was deserted other than a kitten chasing dust. Eventually she went back to the box and continued digging, but she tensed when she heard the footsteps coming down the stairs, preparing to run if needed. The caves were dark. She could lose them there.
[Yes, it's part of that plot. She may be a bit jumpy at first, but she'll calm down quickly. ST/LT welcome as always.]
Today, though, the box was apparently feeling distinctly contrary. If she were paranoid, she might conclude that the box was taking its cue from her recent confusion, but she preferred not to ascribe sentience to cardboard boxes more than was absolutely necessary. She was therefore digging through the box in growing exasperation, looking for something to wear to Padme's wedding that was not short, tight, translucent, or all three, when she heard the voices behind her, and, even worse, felt the hot breath on her neck.
"Yer not gonna be wearin' any of those things fer long once we catch you, girlie. Mr. Creedy's got special plans fer you."
She whirled around, only to see no one there...like always. She looked carefully around the room and even went into the store room, but it was deserted other than a kitten chasing dust. Eventually she went back to the box and continued digging, but she tensed when she heard the footsteps coming down the stairs, preparing to run if needed. The caves were dark. She could lose them there.
[Yes, it's part of that plot. She may be a bit jumpy at first, but she'll calm down quickly. ST/LT welcome as always.]