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Saffron stretched her arms upward, fingers clasped together, and arched her back like a cat. She'd been at the club practicing for a while, through the afternoon hours, but it was getting on dinnertime, which meant it was time to quit. A quick trip home for a bath and change of clothes, and by then Xander was bound to be home, and they could go up to the compound together to eat.
She tugged the elastic out of her hair as she headed downstairs, scrubbing both hands through her hair with a sigh. She was thinking about how she could get more staff as she locked up, and made a mental note to update the Help Wanted notice on the bulletin board while she was up at the compound. They needed more hands, there was no doubt about it. Saffron wasn't sure they'd ever have enough to re-open the Speakeasy.
Pocketing her key, Saffron turned from the door to head down the path - and found herself suddenly plunged into darkness.
She immediately stopped, unable to see in any direction, her nose suddenly assaulted with the smell of...trash? Saffron took a tentative step forward and found she was wading in something, something that felt a lot like a rubble heap. "Zhè shì shénme làn dōngxī?" she murmured, reaching a hand out first in front of her and then to the side as she tried not to panic. There was a suspicion, a creeping suspicion that she knew exactly where she was, and when her hand hit against a wall of some kind, her heart leapt into her throat.
She reached her other hand upward, and sure enough, not far above her head, there it was - the lid of the dumpster.
"No," Saffron breathed. She was back in the dumpster, she was sure of it, even as she waded through the trash to feel along the walls and ceiling, trying to get a feel for the dimensions of where she was trapped. "No, no, wǒde mā, please no." The last time she'd been in this dumpster, it had been five and a half years ago and Inara had been shutting her in. She'd thought it was the last she'd see of it. Apparently she'd been wrong.
Saffron shoved with all her might against the lid of the dumpster, shoved upward until her arms were shaking from the effort, even though she knew it was no use. The lid was hydraulic, opened and closed with a remote, and she could only hope said remote was somewhere nearby, either inside for her to find or outside for someone to free her.
She didn't want to think about whether or not she was still on the island. For all she knew, she was right back to where she'd disappeared from, years ago.
"HELP!" she screamed, as loud as she could, heedless of the tears that had started running down her face as she pounded her fists against the side of the dumpster. "Someone, HELP!"
She screamed until her voice was gone.
She tugged the elastic out of her hair as she headed downstairs, scrubbing both hands through her hair with a sigh. She was thinking about how she could get more staff as she locked up, and made a mental note to update the Help Wanted notice on the bulletin board while she was up at the compound. They needed more hands, there was no doubt about it. Saffron wasn't sure they'd ever have enough to re-open the Speakeasy.
Pocketing her key, Saffron turned from the door to head down the path - and found herself suddenly plunged into darkness.
She immediately stopped, unable to see in any direction, her nose suddenly assaulted with the smell of...trash? Saffron took a tentative step forward and found she was wading in something, something that felt a lot like a rubble heap. "Zhè shì shénme làn dōngxī?" she murmured, reaching a hand out first in front of her and then to the side as she tried not to panic. There was a suspicion, a creeping suspicion that she knew exactly where she was, and when her hand hit against a wall of some kind, her heart leapt into her throat.
She reached her other hand upward, and sure enough, not far above her head, there it was - the lid of the dumpster.
"No," Saffron breathed. She was back in the dumpster, she was sure of it, even as she waded through the trash to feel along the walls and ceiling, trying to get a feel for the dimensions of where she was trapped. "No, no, wǒde mā, please no." The last time she'd been in this dumpster, it had been five and a half years ago and Inara had been shutting her in. She'd thought it was the last she'd see of it. Apparently she'd been wrong.
Saffron shoved with all her might against the lid of the dumpster, shoved upward until her arms were shaking from the effort, even though she knew it was no use. The lid was hydraulic, opened and closed with a remote, and she could only hope said remote was somewhere nearby, either inside for her to find or outside for someone to free her.
She didn't want to think about whether or not she was still on the island. For all she knew, she was right back to where she'd disappeared from, years ago.
"HELP!" she screamed, as loud as she could, heedless of the tears that had started running down her face as she pounded her fists against the side of the dumpster. "Someone, HELP!"
She screamed until her voice was gone.