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genessia2016-01-04 11:17 pm
diary_pages) wrote in genessia2016-01-04 11:17 pm
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(The woman had been surprised to find herself waking up lying in something soft and under dim lighting. She could not remember falling asleep and she had been in a much brighter place - a place of beautiful music and good company.
And it had felt like a very deep and restful sleep, though she knew she had no dreams during it and she wasn't quite sure how to feel about it and she wonders if letting her eyes shut again, just for a few minutes, was something she could afford to do.
Most likely not. It was never good to keep to one place for every long. "Besides," she jested, "it was never really her style to begin with." Then she froze and her eyes opened wide - her diary, the sonic...
It was that one thought that allowed her to find the motivation to push herself up right, causing her wild curls to bounce and to grab her clutch where a small blue book should be lying in wait for her to open and begin to fill it with words of adventure and with it a sonic, the last gift she would ever be given from her husband.
She rooted through the clutch before internally sighing with relief.
"Ah good, my diary. Don't know what'd I do without that... though, I don't remember any entries about this sort of thing and I've been in quite a few binds in my time. Ah, the sonic is under it too."
The woman flips through each page and scans it intently with her eyes which narrowed as her suspicions were confirmed - there was not one entry about waking up in such a place and the diary was nearly full - was this something that still had yet to happen or did this mean something else entirely.
There weren't enough pages left for another long adventure.
It was chilling, she knew her time was coming to its end.
Then her attention was drawn the box which she carefully opens and then to the necklace, pamphlet, and the communication device which were inside with her. She sat up and pulled herself out then started pouring over the pamphlet. Then she finds herself dramatically sighing and shaking her head.
"It feels more like a collar...and it's not very cute either... and I actually have to wear it... well, what the hell? It isn't life without risk."
Then she sees the red bills and her eyebrow raises, but instead of grabbing the money she goes for the communication device instead and within a second, she has it turned onto video. Even without the pamphlet, it was primitive enough - well, by her standards.)
Well, well...
(The woman slowly moved her head around and then a very slight smile appeared on her face as she finally glanced back at the screen. She had been in a place that was no one close to a cave, and the box...she certainly would have remembered climbing into a coffin or a sleeping pod.)
Isn't this quite the surprise?
And it had felt like a very deep and restful sleep, though she knew she had no dreams during it and she wasn't quite sure how to feel about it and she wonders if letting her eyes shut again, just for a few minutes, was something she could afford to do.
Most likely not. It was never good to keep to one place for every long. "Besides," she jested, "it was never really her style to begin with." Then she froze and her eyes opened wide - her diary, the sonic...
It was that one thought that allowed her to find the motivation to push herself up right, causing her wild curls to bounce and to grab her clutch where a small blue book should be lying in wait for her to open and begin to fill it with words of adventure and with it a sonic, the last gift she would ever be given from her husband.
She rooted through the clutch before internally sighing with relief.
"Ah good, my diary. Don't know what'd I do without that... though, I don't remember any entries about this sort of thing and I've been in quite a few binds in my time. Ah, the sonic is under it too."
The woman flips through each page and scans it intently with her eyes which narrowed as her suspicions were confirmed - there was not one entry about waking up in such a place and the diary was nearly full - was this something that still had yet to happen or did this mean something else entirely.
There weren't enough pages left for another long adventure.
It was chilling, she knew her time was coming to its end.
Then her attention was drawn the box which she carefully opens and then to the necklace, pamphlet, and the communication device which were inside with her. She sat up and pulled herself out then started pouring over the pamphlet. Then she finds herself dramatically sighing and shaking her head.
"It feels more like a collar...and it's not very cute either... and I actually have to wear it... well, what the hell? It isn't life without risk."
Then she sees the red bills and her eyebrow raises, but instead of grabbing the money she goes for the communication device instead and within a second, she has it turned onto video. Even without the pamphlet, it was primitive enough - well, by her standards.)
Well, well...
(The woman slowly moved her head around and then a very slight smile appeared on her face as she finally glanced back at the screen. She had been in a place that was no one close to a cave, and the box...she certainly would have remembered climbing into a coffin or a sleeping pod.)
Isn't this quite the surprise?