||Pod Release Protocols Initiating,|| Stacy announced to the denizens of the upper levels. Down the the Pod Caverns, familiar sounds made themselves known
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Late podpop is late ish?! [Was told to post here, if inconvinient I can redo somewhere else]neomiteJanuary 27 2009, 12:13:42 UTC
The dream worked on her unmercifully, reaching into her subconscious, to find a strange but willing muse. Finding her eyes glued to the swirling colored pool in front of her, a face formed. A real face, its features distorted from weeks of dwelling in its watery grave and its skin contorted, reflecting an unnatural light from within. It’s cavity of a mouth unexpectedly opened malevolently, and forced Eve to push back against the weightless tide. She screamed, barely able to push herself out of harms way
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Eve’s big blue eyes darted expectantly in every direction, trying to pick out the owner of the voice, wondering if the person or creature it belonged to was dangerous. Could they be why her insides felt sore? Why she was here?
Shifting uncomfortably in the oily goop her gaze settled below. Was this substance talking to her, like the essence of the nmc’s had? She dreaded to ask the question out loud.
Penelope wipes slime from her face and eyes, rising to her knees. Once she can see, she gasps, no longer trying to get to her feet.
Taken again. It may be damp outside, but it's nothing compared to the cold that grows inside her. Silly puppet. She thought she'd escaped.
She curls on the floor, legs pressed against her chest by shaking arms, heaving great breaths that would be sobs, if she were crying. People - some more normal than others - leave their pods. Penelope watches long enough to see that they're strangers. After that, she doesn't truly see them.
She always thought she would run if she ever faced the fae again. She had even thought she would fight. (Classic comfort delusion.)
She can barely breathe (symptom of anxiety attack). She wishes she could breathe.
What a peculiar feeling. This was certainly not the situation the being had remembered herself being in. Hadn't she just been locked in a battle for survival of the fittest only a few moments ago
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She blinked once, twice, and then a third time. Lithe arms curled about her form slowly...glancing around once more, as if looking for the source of the voice.
But she knew better than that...this was...coming from inside of her? How odd! She was used to 'speaking' to being's cells, after all...that is how she made unfortunate things happen to them.
Yet this was quite different.
"...Hm." The utterance was a contemplative noise if anything, falling deep into thought instead of returning the greeting.
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Eve’s big blue eyes darted expectantly in every direction, trying to pick out the owner of the voice, wondering if the person or creature it belonged to was dangerous. Could they be why her insides felt sore? Why she was here?
Shifting uncomfortably in the oily goop her gaze settled below. Was this substance talking to her, like the essence of the nmc’s had? She dreaded to ask the question out loud.
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Taken again. It may be damp outside, but it's nothing compared to the cold that grows inside her. Silly puppet. She thought she'd escaped.
She curls on the floor, legs pressed against her chest by shaking arms, heaving great breaths that would be sobs, if she were crying. People - some more normal than others - leave their pods. Penelope watches long enough to see that they're strangers. After that, she doesn't truly see them.
She always thought she would run if she ever faced the fae again. She had even thought she would fight. (Classic comfort delusion.)
She can barely breathe (symptom of anxiety attack). She wishes she could breathe.
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She knows it won't make any difference.
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Oh dear indeed.
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But she knew better than that...this was...coming from inside of her? How odd! She was used to 'speaking' to being's cells, after all...that is how she made unfortunate things happen to them.
Yet this was quite different.
"...Hm." The utterance was a contemplative noise if anything, falling deep into thought instead of returning the greeting.
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