Amber Holloway (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
scribble_puppet) wrote2010-06-10 12:13 pm
scribble_puppet) wrote2010-06-10 12:13 pm
Docks (??? World)
Waves whisper outside. A small wooden room, one door that creaks when she opens it.
Smoke, ash, charred wood. Bars.
Horrified fascination brings her closer to the cage. The crusted black bars remind her of a restaurant grill, and her mind flips back to the clippings the town has given her. She shudders, and looks around quickly.
She's alone, for now.
A spot of off-white grabs her gaze. Something crumpled on the cage's floor. She only gives the open door a brief thought before reaching through the bars instead.
Her mind wants to make some connection, but the visuals aren't strong enough. Something... familiar...
The floor creaks behind her. Amber spins, gun ready.
Smoke, ash, charred wood. Bars.
Horrified fascination brings her closer to the cage. The crusted black bars remind her of a restaurant grill, and her mind flips back to the clippings the town has given her. She shudders, and looks around quickly.
She's alone, for now.
A spot of off-white grabs her gaze. Something crumpled on the cage's floor. She only gives the open door a brief thought before reaching through the bars instead.
Her mind wants to make some connection, but the visuals aren't strong enough. Something... familiar...
The floor creaks behind her. Amber spins, gun ready.
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Horror
Adrenaline
Rage
She's still fighting, struggling, twisting, trying somehow to hurt this woman.
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Amber goes limp.
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"Is she okay, Mama?"
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She turns and leads him up the docks, onto a forested island (http://hollow-way.livejournal.com/6050.html).