06-30-2014, 10:01 PM
After the initial fear that she, too, might go up in flames, surpassed, the small woman smiled and breathed in deeply. Whatever it was that coursed through her veins, she could see more sharply, almost every speck of dirt and the small particles of dust that floated past her field of vision. Her ears seemed to perk up slightly, almost like an animals. She was sure she could hear droplets of water dripping into a stagnant puddle in the distance, and perhaps small rocks or pebbles falling from their once secure homes in the tunnel roof.
Leaning back against the cave wall, she breathed in deeply, as if she could taste each breath, savouring it. Yup. This is definitely better than any trip I’ve ever had.
Her thoughts seemed to dance over fond memories of certain events in her life where she had been intentionally hallucinating. Glorious, magical moments, where she had been a glittering, dancing queen. Her wings extending over her shoulders and above her head, electric blue hair shining in the limelight.
Full red lips quirked in a smile as she shook her head. Acid, hell of a drug, but it’s got nothing on this.
She giggled momentarily to herself, not caring that she was just laughing...alone...in a mostly dark tunnel...in Moscow.
Her momentarily heightened sense of sound snagged her attention, and shoved the ball of fear back into her chest. Sitting forward, pulling one knee up to her chest, she leaned on it with one elbow and moved slowly, carefully, as she attempted to peer past the little fire she had created. Beyond the dancing flames, lay an opening to a greater cavern, but she couldn’t see past the light. Her emerald eyes searched for the source of the sound, but the darkness of the cavern seemed to wrap around the fire light.
What it sounded like were…Footsteps...Precise, calculated, footsteps.
"Hello? Anyone here?"
The voice came out of the dark. To her, it sounded loud, abrupt and commanding.
Just like a...
“Shit!”
Serena scrambled to her feet clumsily, and her wonderful, euphoric feeling slipped away from her.
Buzzkill!
Cursing herself for wearing heeled boots while she decided to stupidly go “spelunking”, Serena slipped lightly on some fallen rocks, and smashed her knee onto the ground. Well, so much for pretending like I wasn’t here.
However, instead of doing the smart thing and coming into the light so whoever it was that called out could see her, she pressed herself up against the side of the tunnel. Her once royal blue coat was probably caked in dirt, and now she most likely looked like the rest of the folks in the undercity; but, there was no way she was just going to come out with her hands up and expose herself. She hadn’t really “met” anyone, other than some pimps, prostitutes and dealers. Smirking to herself, she thought, At least I found the last one, though. We certainly can smell our own.
She snickered to herself again without even thinking of the newcomers in the chamber.
Tilted emerald eyes went wide, and she smacked herself in the forehead with the palm of her hand.
Today, being sneaky, was NOT in the cards.
Edited by Serena Morrigan, Jun 30 2014, 10:13 PM.
Leaning back against the cave wall, she breathed in deeply, as if she could taste each breath, savouring it. Yup. This is definitely better than any trip I’ve ever had.
Her thoughts seemed to dance over fond memories of certain events in her life where she had been intentionally hallucinating. Glorious, magical moments, where she had been a glittering, dancing queen. Her wings extending over her shoulders and above her head, electric blue hair shining in the limelight.
Full red lips quirked in a smile as she shook her head. Acid, hell of a drug, but it’s got nothing on this.
She giggled momentarily to herself, not caring that she was just laughing...alone...in a mostly dark tunnel...in Moscow.
Her momentarily heightened sense of sound snagged her attention, and shoved the ball of fear back into her chest. Sitting forward, pulling one knee up to her chest, she leaned on it with one elbow and moved slowly, carefully, as she attempted to peer past the little fire she had created. Beyond the dancing flames, lay an opening to a greater cavern, but she couldn’t see past the light. Her emerald eyes searched for the source of the sound, but the darkness of the cavern seemed to wrap around the fire light.
What it sounded like were…Footsteps...Precise, calculated, footsteps.
"Hello? Anyone here?"
The voice came out of the dark. To her, it sounded loud, abrupt and commanding.
Just like a...
“Shit!”
Serena scrambled to her feet clumsily, and her wonderful, euphoric feeling slipped away from her.
Buzzkill!
Cursing herself for wearing heeled boots while she decided to stupidly go “spelunking”, Serena slipped lightly on some fallen rocks, and smashed her knee onto the ground. Well, so much for pretending like I wasn’t here.
However, instead of doing the smart thing and coming into the light so whoever it was that called out could see her, she pressed herself up against the side of the tunnel. Her once royal blue coat was probably caked in dirt, and now she most likely looked like the rest of the folks in the undercity; but, there was no way she was just going to come out with her hands up and expose herself. She hadn’t really “met” anyone, other than some pimps, prostitutes and dealers. Smirking to herself, she thought, At least I found the last one, though. We certainly can smell our own.
She snickered to herself again without even thinking of the newcomers in the chamber.
Tilted emerald eyes went wide, and she smacked herself in the forehead with the palm of her hand.
Today, being sneaky, was NOT in the cards.
Edited by Serena Morrigan, Jun 30 2014, 10:13 PM.