Post by Selice on Oct 4, 2009 19:42:45 GMT -5
Cold......I feel so cold Thoughts begin to return to the battered angels mind. She raises herself off of the small bed in the middle of a room she had never seen before. Where the hell was this place? she had never seen this room before in her life...the last place she remembered being in was a large open field somewhere in New York....she had been shot... But it seemed the bullet wound was gone, and this certainly wasn't Buffalo. Whatever. She was thankful that she wasn't bleeding out in some godforsaken field. For the life of her, she can't remember why she had been shot....she also couldn't remember why she had been in that field in the first place.
Selice looked around her, taking in her surroundings. Strange.... this certainly doesn't look like Buffalo New York. she thinks to herself. She begins to search her pockets. Now that she is in a large city, sher can't risk accidentally speaking and ending hundreds of innocent lives. She pulls forth a bit of black medical thread and a razor sharp needle. Selice carefully threaded the needle and went to work stitching her lips closed. The pain was terrible. Sharp and intense, like being stabbed over and over again. It had to be done....
Once she is satisfied that she will not be speaking, she slides off the bed and grabs her cricket bat, which was laying on a chair next to the bed. As she bends over she notices the disarray of her clothing. Hmmmm....might have to find a thrift store...I hope where ever this place is has a thrift store. I mean really....where the hell am I? she thinks to herself, looking at the shredded black pants and torn up long sleeve shirt she currently wore. She wished she could just change it using her divine powers, but sadly she can't waste what little power she has left. A silent sigh escapes her stitched lips as she walks over to the door of the small room. Selice carefully opens the door and exits, quietly closing the door behind her.
Mental check list: Get new clothing, find out where I am, find a possible shelter for the night, try and get back home. Not necessarily in that order She thought.
Selice looked around her, taking in her surroundings. Strange.... this certainly doesn't look like Buffalo New York. she thinks to herself. She begins to search her pockets. Now that she is in a large city, sher can't risk accidentally speaking and ending hundreds of innocent lives. She pulls forth a bit of black medical thread and a razor sharp needle. Selice carefully threaded the needle and went to work stitching her lips closed. The pain was terrible. Sharp and intense, like being stabbed over and over again. It had to be done....
Once she is satisfied that she will not be speaking, she slides off the bed and grabs her cricket bat, which was laying on a chair next to the bed. As she bends over she notices the disarray of her clothing. Hmmmm....might have to find a thrift store...I hope where ever this place is has a thrift store. I mean really....where the hell am I? she thinks to herself, looking at the shredded black pants and torn up long sleeve shirt she currently wore. She wished she could just change it using her divine powers, but sadly she can't waste what little power she has left. A silent sigh escapes her stitched lips as she walks over to the door of the small room. Selice carefully opens the door and exits, quietly closing the door behind her.
Mental check list: Get new clothing, find out where I am, find a possible shelter for the night, try and get back home. Not necessarily in that order She thought.