(DONE) Ep. 1 - Like A Stray [Layby]
Jun 27, 2014 17:56:39 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2014 17:56:39 GMT -5
The first thing she felt was a cold, metal surface — Metal, definitely, for it did not have that subtle graininess that stone did, however polished. The second thing she realized was that the room was equally cool, water dripping in the distance and making a hollow echo. The air had a certain heaviness to it, musky and earthy like a dirt-floor basement....
"Ulgh.... What happened...."
Sarita was so groggy, the only thing she was processing was her immediate environment. Her eyes were too heavy and so were her arms, a dull pain coming from one wrist. Her fingers weakly flexed, but even that felt like a labourious effort. Sarita couldn't remember being so tired, and would have been happy with staying where she lay, the world a distant and reverberating black.
But then survival instincts kicked in. She was somewhere unfamiliar, compromised, and possibly injured; the girl forced her eyes open, and then immediately screwed them shut. Though a quick peek proved the lighting to be similar to early evening's, it hurt to look. There was a dull ache in her forehead now, and Sarita gave herself a moment to breathe, unsure if sitting up was a good idea.
"Friiig..." she muttered, her good hand coming up to rub at her face. She was quietly surprised she wasn't already cursing a storm, but then again, she only had so much energy for an f-bomb. It was amusing, actually, how her own furious ranting could be so tiring, and how more pragmatic she seemed to be when she was utterly exhausted and vulnerable. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she took a deep breath of the thick air, and tried opening her eyes again.
"Ulgh.... What happened...."
Sarita was so groggy, the only thing she was processing was her immediate environment. Her eyes were too heavy and so were her arms, a dull pain coming from one wrist. Her fingers weakly flexed, but even that felt like a labourious effort. Sarita couldn't remember being so tired, and would have been happy with staying where she lay, the world a distant and reverberating black.
But then survival instincts kicked in. She was somewhere unfamiliar, compromised, and possibly injured; the girl forced her eyes open, and then immediately screwed them shut. Though a quick peek proved the lighting to be similar to early evening's, it hurt to look. There was a dull ache in her forehead now, and Sarita gave herself a moment to breathe, unsure if sitting up was a good idea.
"Friiig..." she muttered, her good hand coming up to rub at her face. She was quietly surprised she wasn't already cursing a storm, but then again, she only had so much energy for an f-bomb. It was amusing, actually, how her own furious ranting could be so tiring, and how more pragmatic she seemed to be when she was utterly exhausted and vulnerable. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she took a deep breath of the thick air, and tried opening her eyes again.