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The sound of splintering wood and the pounding of feet on the forest floor as something huge thundered towards them through the trees was the only thing that made Sam stop screaming. She was suddenly experiencing deja vu as memories of the previous evening, of a giant lizard chasing her up a tree, washed over her and she found herself bracing for death as the Jockal burst into the clearing. Apparently it was still very much drawn to her. It figured.
But when the nine shapes of the ghost like shades began shrieking and attacking the Jockal in stead of them, Sam suddenly felt like she had never been happier to see anything before in her life. Even if it was a monster that wanted to eat her. She felt August take her hand and then he was pulling her along after him. She clung to his hand like it was a life saver and she was in danger of drowning in the middle of an ocean. They were running, leaping off of the road and over obstacles, and Sam remembered to reach up and hold Dorothea more securely to her shoulder just in time before the cat went tumbling through the air and was lost to them.
She didn't feel exhaustion, too motivated by escaping the sounds of the shrieks and the roars from the battle behind them. But when they were finally too far to hear the sounds of the creatures that had tried to kill them she finally stopped, her hand slipping from August's. Sam felt very out of breath all at once and she was gasping and clutching the stitch that had suddenly former in her side. The remnants of the fear and the adrenaline were almost too much for her and she bracced herself against a tree, thankful for something solid to cling to. Sam slid to the ground as she tried to catch her breath, and she raked her long hair away from her flushing face.
She heard Dorothea's laughter and words and despite everything she managed to smile. "That...was...sort of brilliant...back there," Sam said between breaths. She leaned her head back against the tree trunk and made a relieved sort of sound. "How'd you know that would work?"
One she had gotten her breath back she opened her eyes again and looked around. She had no idea where they were, unsurprisingly, but she didn't think they were on the right path anymore. "Where are we know?" she asked, looking up at August. Maybe a part of her expected him to betray her now, like that part of her had told herself he inevitably would. "What happened to the dwarves? You don't think they..." She didn't want to finish the question, didn't want to think that thought.
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Call me cars. Or vroom. Or carsgovroom. Just another 20-something girl on the World Wide Web. I suppose I'd be considered a veteran RPer with probably a decade of RPing experience whose looking to have a bit of fun.
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Sam had never wanted to shrink away until she no longer existed more than she did at this moment. Anything to avoid the creatures', the Shades', touch. The thought of just becoming one of those things, losing herself...one touch and it would be over. Samantha Shea would no longer exist and what remained would turn into...something. Something that clicked and creaked and had claws and just... Not for the first time, and certainly not for the last, Sam wished for home.
August's words about the statue distracted her from her thoughts and she let out a yelp as he shoved her. she spun in time to see him swing at a Shade had been about to pounce on her, and Sam's head swiveled around, trying to be completely aware of her surroundings. But she was afraid the feeling of panic that was overtaking her would cloud her senses. All they had to do was get away from the statue, from their source of life. And they'd be fine. But she could hear them getting close, see the bushes around them rustling as they were surrounded. The Shades would be on them in a heartbeat when they tried to run.
At August's suggestion of a distraction she heard Dorothea whisper her name. Sam turned her head to look at the cat on her shoulder, her panicking eyes wide. She told her to scream. Sam looked at her for a moment as though she hadn't understood, as though she were crazy. Trust her... Not long ago, just that morning in fact, Sam had asked Dorothea to trust her. Looking at her now she knew she needed to extend Dorothea same courtesy. And besides. What else could she do?
She spared August a glance and heard nothing from him. No objections or suggestions. So this was all they had, then. Sam took a breath and threw her head back and screamed.
It was surprisingly ear splitting. Sam had never needed a reason to scream like this before, and hadn't known she could produce a sound so shrill or loud. Her eyes were squeezed shut, too afraid to see how the Shades reacted to her screaming, and when she began running out of air she took a quick breath and started screaming again. It was uncomfortable, her throat ached, and if she suspected if she lived her voice would be weaker. But if there was any consolation it was that she could no longer hear the clicking sound of the Shades.
August's words about the statue distracted her from her thoughts and she let out a yelp as he shoved her. she spun in time to see him swing at a Shade had been about to pounce on her, and Sam's head swiveled around, trying to be completely aware of her surroundings. But she was afraid the feeling of panic that was overtaking her would cloud her senses. All they had to do was get away from the statue, from their source of life. And they'd be fine. But she could hear them getting close, see the bushes around them rustling as they were surrounded. The Shades would be on them in a heartbeat when they tried to run.
At August's suggestion of a distraction she heard Dorothea whisper her name. Sam turned her head to look at the cat on her shoulder, her panicking eyes wide. She told her to scream. Sam looked at her for a moment as though she hadn't understood, as though she were crazy. Trust her... Not long ago, just that morning in fact, Sam had asked Dorothea to trust her. Looking at her now she knew she needed to extend Dorothea same courtesy. And besides. What else could she do?
She spared August a glance and heard nothing from him. No objections or suggestions. So this was all they had, then. Sam took a breath and threw her head back and screamed.
It was surprisingly ear splitting. Sam had never needed a reason to scream like this before, and hadn't known she could produce a sound so shrill or loud. Her eyes were squeezed shut, too afraid to see how the Shades reacted to her screaming, and when she began running out of air she took a quick breath and started screaming again. It was uncomfortable, her throat ached, and if she suspected if she lived her voice would be weaker. But if there was any consolation it was that she could no longer hear the clicking sound of the Shades.
Yeah my next post will probably be pretty short ha. it's the end of the day and my creative ideas have been used up. It's during the weekend when my muse really flows.
Mmmmmkay I'll keep it in mind. ;) I'm sure ideas will start coming to me.
I've been having a weird week, which is why my posts were slow these last couple of days eh.
I've been having a weird week, which is why my posts were slow these last couple of days eh.
Nora had almost forgotten about the Doctor. She had been so concerned about Evie and now that she saw that her sister was fine and safe all she could think about was hugging her. In fact the Doctor's sudden voice startled her a bit, which in turn startled Evie, and both sisters turned their head to the other woman while still wrapped in a hug.
Despite having a pretty trying day so far (and it was only around noon) Nora liked to think she kept up with the Doctor's babbling about the sisters being genetically compatible but different enough to mix. Suddenly the Doctor was inspecting her arm that was still holding to Evie, asking her something about the people who had kidnapped her taking blood.
"Ow, hey!" Nora said, frowning a bit as the hug ended and she pulled her arm away from the Doctor. "Look, I don't really remember. I was really out of it when it all happened. I mean they could have taken some blood, but the stuff they gave me was strong." She had started rolling up the sleeves of her jacket and showing her forearms to the Doctor.
Evie's blue eyes looked between the pair before fixing on the Doctor and her brows furrowed a bit. She was obviously still incredibly confused and she inched a bit closer to her sister. "Nora, who is this? What's she talking about? Who took blood from you?"
"She's my, um....The Doctor. She's the Doctor." Nora exchanged a glance with the Doctor, shrugging a bit before looking back to Evie. "Um, the rest is a bit of a long story...do we have time for this?"
Evie didn't look satisfied. She finally took a long look at Nora and her eyes widened. "Nora what happened? You're covered in dirt and your hair...is that a bruise on your cheek?" Evie gazed at her younger sister until she turned her head to look back. Nora's brown eyes were troubled and she was biting her lip, as though hesitant. "You called two hours ago, where've you been?"
Nora was silent for a long moment. "I ran into a bit of trouble getting here. The Doctor helped me out. But I'm fine. Really. Everything's going to be fine now, right Doctor?"
Despite having a pretty trying day so far (and it was only around noon) Nora liked to think she kept up with the Doctor's babbling about the sisters being genetically compatible but different enough to mix. Suddenly the Doctor was inspecting her arm that was still holding to Evie, asking her something about the people who had kidnapped her taking blood.
"Ow, hey!" Nora said, frowning a bit as the hug ended and she pulled her arm away from the Doctor. "Look, I don't really remember. I was really out of it when it all happened. I mean they could have taken some blood, but the stuff they gave me was strong." She had started rolling up the sleeves of her jacket and showing her forearms to the Doctor.
Evie's blue eyes looked between the pair before fixing on the Doctor and her brows furrowed a bit. She was obviously still incredibly confused and she inched a bit closer to her sister. "Nora, who is this? What's she talking about? Who took blood from you?"
"She's my, um....The Doctor. She's the Doctor." Nora exchanged a glance with the Doctor, shrugging a bit before looking back to Evie. "Um, the rest is a bit of a long story...do we have time for this?"
Evie didn't look satisfied. She finally took a long look at Nora and her eyes widened. "Nora what happened? You're covered in dirt and your hair...is that a bruise on your cheek?" Evie gazed at her younger sister until she turned her head to look back. Nora's brown eyes were troubled and she was biting her lip, as though hesitant. "You called two hours ago, where've you been?"
Nora was silent for a long moment. "I ran into a bit of trouble getting here. The Doctor helped me out. But I'm fine. Really. Everything's going to be fine now, right Doctor?"
Sam had ignored Dorothea, tried focusing on her work with the knots around August's hands. The only time her hands stopped working was when the sounds of leaves rustling ad something sharp dragging against stone filled her ears. She felt a cold shiver run down her spine and fear stabbed at her. She could feel a whimper rising up her throat and swallowed it, forcing herself not to make a sound until August was untied.
He moved immediately when his sword was back in his hand. Sam turned as he propelled forward, toward the bushes, and she could hardly breath as she watched the swing of his sword... Then something leaped from the bushes, making her jerk back, away from the pale thing before it vanished again, away from the blade. Sam had let out a startled cry when the thing had appeared, and she clasped a hand over her mouth to stifle anymore noises. She was breathing very hard through her nose as she watched where the creature had appeared with wide eyes.
Dorothea's weight on her shoulder only provided her the tiniest bit of comfort as she moved closer to August and his sword. All her unease and doubts about him had vanished when that thing had shown its face. Her gaze swiveled around as the clicks and creaks from presumably more of those things filled the air like a horrible song. She was aware of both Dorothea and August speaking but their words hardly registered. All Sam could hear was the chorus of the creatures getting louder, and now the sounds of claws was distinct. She didn't even want to think about how many more of them were surrounding them.
She lowered her hand from her mouth and her breathing was shaky and uneven. "What was that thing?" Sam could barely whisper, not wanting to make a noise loud enough to rile them. "And how do we get away?"
He moved immediately when his sword was back in his hand. Sam turned as he propelled forward, toward the bushes, and she could hardly breath as she watched the swing of his sword... Then something leaped from the bushes, making her jerk back, away from the pale thing before it vanished again, away from the blade. Sam had let out a startled cry when the thing had appeared, and she clasped a hand over her mouth to stifle anymore noises. She was breathing very hard through her nose as she watched where the creature had appeared with wide eyes.
Dorothea's weight on her shoulder only provided her the tiniest bit of comfort as she moved closer to August and his sword. All her unease and doubts about him had vanished when that thing had shown its face. Her gaze swiveled around as the clicks and creaks from presumably more of those things filled the air like a horrible song. She was aware of both Dorothea and August speaking but their words hardly registered. All Sam could hear was the chorus of the creatures getting louder, and now the sounds of claws was distinct. She didn't even want to think about how many more of them were surrounding them.
She lowered her hand from her mouth and her breathing was shaky and uneven. "What was that thing?" Sam could barely whisper, not wanting to make a noise loud enough to rile them. "And how do we get away?"
Ok I'll work on something when I get out of class for the day~
We can have the baddies grab Evie in the room? Or Evie and Nora. Since I didn't see the ooc post with your plan til just now ugh I'm sorry I had a weird day yesterday.
Oh damn I didn't see this til now. Or else I wouldn't have put their mother in the hotel ha...
August had stopped walking and Sam, who had been gazing up at the strange wildlife these fairy roads had to offer, bumped into him. She took a step back, startled, and then made a face when she saw him standing still. "We need to keep moving," she said, trying not to sound annoyed. She was about to push in forward and move around to walk in front of him when he spoke and she went as still as he was.
"Sam."
It was his tone that had made her pause. It had been quiet and serious, hinted with a chilling type of fury. The kind of tone that made her stop and listen. She looked over at him, suddenly not so annoyed and feeling very uneasy. He told her to untie him and give him his sword. If she valued her life. This...was a trick. Had to be. Dorothea voiced the same thought and the rational part of Sam's mind completely agreed, Though there was something about his expression and voice that made another part of her doubt that. He was stark still and was gazing intently at something, not taking his eyes off of it.
"What are you talking about?" Sam started to say as she turned to look at whatever he was gazing at. She didn't think she finished her sentence because she had locked eyes with the statue. It was just a statue. That's what the logical mind of a girl who had lived in real world New York for her whole life kept saying. But she felt something, looking at the statue. Maybe it was because the logical New York girl had reminded herself she was now in a completely illogical world and had to keep an open mind. Maybe it was because she had heard Alphonse's uneasy whisper about not ever seeing a statue here before. Maybe it was because she saw August's expression (a genuine expression she thought) as he looked at it. Maybe it was because, like August had told her the previous night, she knew that things weren't always what they appeared to be. Or maybe it was because she just didn't like the look of the statue itself. But looking at it gave her the peculiar feeling of dread.
She looked over at August, gray eyes flashing. "Is this a trick?" she whispered, almost hoping that it was. "If you're tricking me, August, I..." She couldn't finish the threat. She had looked back at the statue and felt her hands make up her mind for her. She ignored the protests that Dorothea would undoubtedly offer as she began untying the ropes around his wrists. It took an agonizingly long time and she could have just cut the ropes with the sword, but Sam didn't fully trust herself with the weapon. She did eventually let the ropes fall to the ground and she pulled the sword from the sheath. Sam hesitated, gazing at August as though searching for signs of deception. But her instinctual unease about the statue outweighed her unease about him and she held the sword out to him, hoping beyond hope this wasn't some sort of ruse.
"Sam."
It was his tone that had made her pause. It had been quiet and serious, hinted with a chilling type of fury. The kind of tone that made her stop and listen. She looked over at him, suddenly not so annoyed and feeling very uneasy. He told her to untie him and give him his sword. If she valued her life. This...was a trick. Had to be. Dorothea voiced the same thought and the rational part of Sam's mind completely agreed, Though there was something about his expression and voice that made another part of her doubt that. He was stark still and was gazing intently at something, not taking his eyes off of it.
"What are you talking about?" Sam started to say as she turned to look at whatever he was gazing at. She didn't think she finished her sentence because she had locked eyes with the statue. It was just a statue. That's what the logical mind of a girl who had lived in real world New York for her whole life kept saying. But she felt something, looking at the statue. Maybe it was because the logical New York girl had reminded herself she was now in a completely illogical world and had to keep an open mind. Maybe it was because she had heard Alphonse's uneasy whisper about not ever seeing a statue here before. Maybe it was because she saw August's expression (a genuine expression she thought) as he looked at it. Maybe it was because, like August had told her the previous night, she knew that things weren't always what they appeared to be. Or maybe it was because she just didn't like the look of the statue itself. But looking at it gave her the peculiar feeling of dread.
She looked over at August, gray eyes flashing. "Is this a trick?" she whispered, almost hoping that it was. "If you're tricking me, August, I..." She couldn't finish the threat. She had looked back at the statue and felt her hands make up her mind for her. She ignored the protests that Dorothea would undoubtedly offer as she began untying the ropes around his wrists. It took an agonizingly long time and she could have just cut the ropes with the sword, but Sam didn't fully trust herself with the weapon. She did eventually let the ropes fall to the ground and she pulled the sword from the sheath. Sam hesitated, gazing at August as though searching for signs of deception. But her instinctual unease about the statue outweighed her unease about him and she held the sword out to him, hoping beyond hope this wasn't some sort of ruse.
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