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fandomhighdorms2007-02-06 09:52 pm
nadiathesaint) wrote in fandomhighdorms2007-02-06 09:52 pm
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Fifth floor hallway, Tuesday evening
Nadia is asleep on the floor, her head pillowed on a bag of laundry, her cellphone right by her slightly open mouth.
Nadia was taking a walk though the woods.
At night.
She might have been wearing a red hood, but, well, that wasn't really all that important, so we don't know.
But she's walking through the woods, following the sounds of drums, and a group of people chanting.
This would normally be the sort of thing she might worry about, but not right now. Somehow, she knows that the chanting and the drums are not dangerous. It's mere people having fun, enjoying themselves and their own creativity.
An uplifting sort of thing. Blair, she was sure, would approve.
Was this woods her spirit plane?
No, no, couldn't be. They were just woods, that she happened to be in.
She could see fire light up ahead, and she stepped up the pace. But no matter how quickly she walked, she couldn't catch that fire.
There were other sounds, then. Some one running through the woods, heavy, panicked breaths and staggering footfalls. Someone screaming, suddenly, and a horrible, wrenching, chopping sound that drowned out the drums and the chanting, and Nadia began to run as well.
If she could just reach that fire-light--
Someone staggered out in front of her. She recognized him, but only barely. He was wrapped in wire fencing, his eyes wild and oozing a strange, black oil. He wasn't shaped right, somehow, and with a jolt, Nadia realized that he was missing an arm. He stared wildly at her for a moment before hurrying on.
Nadia clutched her cloak (well, what do you know, it was red) around her shoulders and started running again.
She had the dreadful feeling she was going to be late for something important. The trees began to blur together as she moved, until they seemed to be less trees and more tree-like shadows on a wall. She turned to see where the shadows came from, and saw a stage.
A boy was on it, wearing a simple black leotard, and joking with a girl dressed similarly. He had branches on his hands and on his head, and she recognized the words, though she couldn't remember them.
He stood, triumphant, then suddenly, as he seemed to look through her, his face fell.
She turned, and the theater vanished. Instead, she was looking out over the ocean at Galactica Point. Cally was just leaving, and she had to make a decision. Run? Or swim?
She heard footsteps approaching, an odd laughter accompanying them.
Swim. She stepped up to the water.
Someone shouted.
Oh Captain, my Captain!
That wasn't right, that wasn't how it went. She turned, but it was hard to see with the salt water in her eyes. She knew what she should be doing, though. It needed to stop. It all needed to stop and she knew how to do it, she just needed toswim pull the trigger swim pull the trigger swim pull the--
A shot in the dark, loud in her ears, leaves them ringing.
She's cold.
She's taking a walk through the woods and somewhere, someone is beating the drums and chanting. . . .
[ooc:open, though she might not wake up very well Nadia is being carried off by Walter (awwwwwwwwwww), thusly is the post no longer open for interaction with her. You could potentially talk to her laundry bag, though,]
Nadia was taking a walk though the woods.
At night.
She might have been wearing a red hood, but, well, that wasn't really all that important, so we don't know.
But she's walking through the woods, following the sounds of drums, and a group of people chanting.
This would normally be the sort of thing she might worry about, but not right now. Somehow, she knows that the chanting and the drums are not dangerous. It's mere people having fun, enjoying themselves and their own creativity.
An uplifting sort of thing. Blair, she was sure, would approve.
Was this woods her spirit plane?
No, no, couldn't be. They were just woods, that she happened to be in.
She could see fire light up ahead, and she stepped up the pace. But no matter how quickly she walked, she couldn't catch that fire.
There were other sounds, then. Some one running through the woods, heavy, panicked breaths and staggering footfalls. Someone screaming, suddenly, and a horrible, wrenching, chopping sound that drowned out the drums and the chanting, and Nadia began to run as well.
If she could just reach that fire-light--
Someone staggered out in front of her. She recognized him, but only barely. He was wrapped in wire fencing, his eyes wild and oozing a strange, black oil. He wasn't shaped right, somehow, and with a jolt, Nadia realized that he was missing an arm. He stared wildly at her for a moment before hurrying on.
Nadia clutched her cloak (well, what do you know, it was red) around her shoulders and started running again.
She had the dreadful feeling she was going to be late for something important. The trees began to blur together as she moved, until they seemed to be less trees and more tree-like shadows on a wall. She turned to see where the shadows came from, and saw a stage.
A boy was on it, wearing a simple black leotard, and joking with a girl dressed similarly. He had branches on his hands and on his head, and she recognized the words, though she couldn't remember them.
He stood, triumphant, then suddenly, as he seemed to look through her, his face fell.
She turned, and the theater vanished. Instead, she was looking out over the ocean at Galactica Point. Cally was just leaving, and she had to make a decision. Run? Or swim?
She heard footsteps approaching, an odd laughter accompanying them.
Swim. She stepped up to the water.
Someone shouted.
Oh Captain, my Captain!
That wasn't right, that wasn't how it went. She turned, but it was hard to see with the salt water in her eyes. She knew what she should be doing, though. It needed to stop. It all needed to stop and she knew how to do it, she just needed to
A shot in the dark, loud in her ears, leaves them ringing.
She's cold.
She's taking a walk through the woods and somewhere, someone is beating the drums and chanting. . . .
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And mumbled something about "it's its own beach".
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And decided to abandon Nadia to her fate.
Such a good friend.
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He knelt by her head to give her shoulder a shake. "Nadia?"
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"Nadia, wake up."
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Then began to shiver.
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He did get another "Go away," mumble, and then "Cutre,"
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And with that, he carried her back to their rooms (http://strongestgirl.livejournal.com/89665.html?thread=932161#t932161).