Chapter 30; Action for Dave/John's hotel room; Text
[Action]
[[While her conscious mind wasn't there to tell her otherwise, it felt like a dream. It felt like everything was right in the world.
She was in the middle of a beautiful field with a gorgeous, clear night sky hanging above her head. The wind was soft and cool, the grass long and lushes, and there was tea to be had.
Her friends were there too. They were there, and they were safe. They were all safe there.
Jade could no longer be harmed by the naivety Rose perceived in her and could not protect her from. Dave would no longer be crippled by the facade his brother had instilled in him that Rose couldn't rescue him from. Karkat could finally have the time he needed to mend the wounds Rose couldn't heal for him. And John...
As her soul returned to it's proper confines, it fell back under the influence of her mind, and her mind quickly took control of the situation.
She woke with a start, gasping for breath as if she hadn't had air in days. She trembled, weak from a lack of nutrition and restful slumber - she looked it too, pale with rings under her eyes, ever so slightly gaunt on top of it. Her previously dull eyes still weren't as bright as they should be. With a shaky breath, she ran an equally quaky hand through her hair as she sorted out what exactly was going on. She was confused as to where was, or where she had been, but it didn't take long for her brain to grasp the hotel room.
It wasn't her own, but it wasn't in that meadow, and that's all that mattered.
Carefully, slowly, she stood from the couch and took in her surroundings. At the end of it slept Casey and Guile, curled around each other as if seeking comfort. In the corner of the den sat her bag and her Pokeballs, all five accounted for...and there were books everywhere. She explored the hotel, finally coming to the conclusion that it belonged to her boyfriend and brother thanks to the wardrobe available, but neither boy seemed to be home.
Her mind remembered the gruesome sight of the two in her dreams - Dave, sitting limply at the tea party, arms missing and bleeding slowly from his shoulders. Bits of muscle and bone stuck out still, where the limbs had been haphazardly torn from his body. And John...his chest...
She instantly assumed the worst. It was irrational to fear such a thing, because she knew they were fine. They were fine when she had left them, surely they hadn't managed to do any harm since...since......
How long had she been out?
Returning to the living room, she found her PokeGear and sat slowly back down on the couch. Both Pokemon awoke to her return, clamoring to cuddle against her as she tried to decide what to say, or who to contact. She huddled in the corner with them, staring hollowly at the screen of the device in hand, before finally typing out a simple message.]]
[Text]
Hello?
[[While her conscious mind wasn't there to tell her otherwise, it felt like a dream. It felt like everything was right in the world.
She was in the middle of a beautiful field with a gorgeous, clear night sky hanging above her head. The wind was soft and cool, the grass long and lushes, and there was tea to be had.
Her friends were there too. They were there, and they were safe. They were all safe there.
Jade could no longer be harmed by the naivety Rose perceived in her and could not protect her from. Dave would no longer be crippled by the facade his brother had instilled in him that Rose couldn't rescue him from. Karkat could finally have the time he needed to mend the wounds Rose couldn't heal for him. And John...
As her soul returned to it's proper confines, it fell back under the influence of her mind, and her mind quickly took control of the situation.
She woke with a start, gasping for breath as if she hadn't had air in days. She trembled, weak from a lack of nutrition and restful slumber - she looked it too, pale with rings under her eyes, ever so slightly gaunt on top of it. Her previously dull eyes still weren't as bright as they should be. With a shaky breath, she ran an equally quaky hand through her hair as she sorted out what exactly was going on. She was confused as to where was, or where she had been, but it didn't take long for her brain to grasp the hotel room.
It wasn't her own, but it wasn't in that meadow, and that's all that mattered.
Carefully, slowly, she stood from the couch and took in her surroundings. At the end of it slept Casey and Guile, curled around each other as if seeking comfort. In the corner of the den sat her bag and her Pokeballs, all five accounted for...and there were books everywhere. She explored the hotel, finally coming to the conclusion that it belonged to her boyfriend and brother thanks to the wardrobe available, but neither boy seemed to be home.
Her mind remembered the gruesome sight of the two in her dreams - Dave, sitting limply at the tea party, arms missing and bleeding slowly from his shoulders. Bits of muscle and bone stuck out still, where the limbs had been haphazardly torn from his body. And John...his chest...
She instantly assumed the worst. It was irrational to fear such a thing, because she knew they were fine. They were fine when she had left them, surely they hadn't managed to do any harm since...since......
How long had she been out?
Returning to the living room, she found her PokeGear and sat slowly back down on the couch. Both Pokemon awoke to her return, clamoring to cuddle against her as she tried to decide what to say, or who to contact. She huddled in the corner with them, staring hollowly at the screen of the device in hand, before finally typing out a simple message.]]
[Text]
Hello?