Room #219, early Monday morning
Cordelia woke up with a start, and sat up quickly in bed. She had the feeling that something was wrong, but didn't know what it was.
She looked around the room but found it was still too dark to see anything, despite the sun steadily rising outside. She stood up and opened the blinds.
Standing at the window, Cordelia turned and looked around the room. Sitting in an armchair in the far corner, was a shape, still cloaked in shadow.
"Hello?" Cordelia called to it, feeling ridiculous. There was no answer. Cordelia walked back towards her bed and reached under the mattress for the stake that she kept there. Gripping it firmly in her fist, she slowly approached the armchair.
The closer she got to the chair, the more detail she was able to make out. Starting with the legs. And then the arms. And the torso.
Cordelia stopped in her tracks. "D-Doyle?" she stuttered.
He stared back at her, unmoving.
"Doyle," Cordelia said, and sat down on the floor in front of the armchair, suddenly feeling numb.
Doyle sat in the chair, staring.
"It's been so long," Cordy said, tears starting to form in her eyes. "I miss you."
Doyle continued to stare, and after a few minutes of silence, spoke.
"I saved the world for you."
As Cordelia sat on the floor, tears streaming down her face, the image of Doyle vanished. She stood up and pushed the armchair out of the way, looking for where Doyle could have escaped to.
"Doyle?" she called, as she tore the room apart, looking for him. "DOYLE!" she screamed, and collapsed in a heap onto the floor.
[[OOC: open but SP as I'm at work; anyone around room 219 at this time may have heard Cordy yelling.]]
She looked around the room but found it was still too dark to see anything, despite the sun steadily rising outside. She stood up and opened the blinds.
Standing at the window, Cordelia turned and looked around the room. Sitting in an armchair in the far corner, was a shape, still cloaked in shadow.
"Hello?" Cordelia called to it, feeling ridiculous. There was no answer. Cordelia walked back towards her bed and reached under the mattress for the stake that she kept there. Gripping it firmly in her fist, she slowly approached the armchair.
The closer she got to the chair, the more detail she was able to make out. Starting with the legs. And then the arms. And the torso.
Cordelia stopped in her tracks. "D-Doyle?" she stuttered.
He stared back at her, unmoving.
"Doyle," Cordelia said, and sat down on the floor in front of the armchair, suddenly feeling numb.
Doyle sat in the chair, staring.
"It's been so long," Cordy said, tears starting to form in her eyes. "I miss you."
Doyle continued to stare, and after a few minutes of silence, spoke.
"I saved the world for you."
As Cordelia sat on the floor, tears streaming down her face, the image of Doyle vanished. She stood up and pushed the armchair out of the way, looking for where Doyle could have escaped to.
"Doyle?" she called, as she tore the room apart, looking for him. "DOYLE!" she screamed, and collapsed in a heap onto the floor.
[[OOC: open but SP as I'm at work; anyone around room 219 at this time may have heard Cordy yelling.]]