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Post by daphne lydia van buskirk on Nov 5, 2010 0:25:30 GMT -5
waking up, daphne cursed her inability to stay conscious in such life-threatening situations. ever since she was a little kid, she had a sickening ability to get herself into the worst situations possible. and what was her body's natural defense mechanism? fainting. of course. sure, this may have been the first time it happened in about five years, but it didn't make it any less frustrating. the last time it had happened, she was still living in anchorage, at sixteen years old, and they had found her brother hanging in his room. just the thought of it made her cringe slightly, and try to gulp down the dry feeling in her mouth. her fingers gripped the fabric beneath her as her other hand slipped up to wipe the sleep from her eyes. it slipped down so her thumb was between her teeth as she bit nervously on her nail, taking in her surroundings. the room wasn't familiar, she couldn't see out of the window, and nothing gave her any hint of anyone she knew. the only things she recognized were her bag on the floor across the room, next to her boots. a sense of panic set in, and her legs curled up, her arms slipping around them as she attempted to make herself as small as possible. pulling the blanket around her tighter against her, daphne looked toward the door, hoping no one would come through just yet, and she could devise an escape plan.
in the back of her mind, she deserved a slap in the face. of course, the first thing her nerdly little brain goes to is the fact that maybe she was dreaming, and had read one too many comic books at work. daphne had a habit of being unrealistic like that. it wasn't completely irrational, though. with the lack of sleep she had a tendency to get, and the random moments where she would pass out from exhaustion, maybe it was plausible. rubbing the back of her head lightly, she let out an almost inaudible whimper, feeling a small cut, not large enough to need stitches, she hoped, on the back of her head. she inspected her hand to make sure it wasn't still open, and seeing no blood on her hand, she was calmed lightly. she glanced back at the pillow to make sure of the same thing, and was reassured once more. looking to the side, there was a glass of water, which she was reluctant to drink, no matter how dry her throat was. she still didn't know where she was, after all. that thought brought her back to her original inquiry. where the fuck was she, and what happened last night?
above all else, she was positive it wasn't some drunken hook-up gone awry. at least she could rest assured that nothing like that had happened. daph simply wasn't the type to do that. really, if this was how some of those girls woke up, she couldn't understand the appeal, because this was simply frightening. frightening. scared. that's what she remembered! being absolutely terrified. pulling the blanket up closer, and tucking it around her so her stomach and sides were covered, it gave her an odd sense of security as she tried to piece together last night. she had been the only one there to close after work, finishing up someone else's storyboard. she had been literally locking the door, trying to balance her keys, her phone, and a large stack of comic books, pencils, and a sketchpad when she heard shouting just around the corner. she wasn't naive, she knew the city had gangs, and truthfully, she knew better than to be out, alone at night. even if she had only been living there for a year or so, the twenty year old was perceptive. biting her nail once more, flashes of men yelling, and running about, guns being drawn, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, and bullets erupting left her sitting there, eyes wide like a deer in the head lights. frantically, she ran her hands over every inch of skin she could, making sure nothing else had happened to her. her breathing was erratic, and she had to fight to calm herself down once more as her memories stopped. that must have been when she blacked out, because the last thing she remembered was dropping all of her things, and a man much larger than her yelling with a furious expression, and then... nothing. oh god. where had they brought her? what had they done to her? what did they plan to do with her? who was going to feed raoul? tears brimmed in her eyes as she began to blink furiously to suppress them. falling back into the bed, she pulled the blanket around her and buried her face in the pillow. fuck escaping. she was probably just going to die anyway.
so much for survival instincts.
notes mediocre, but it was fun to write outfit here! music cassandra gemini - the mars volta
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