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paixaorpg2007-05-08 09:09 am
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When did this happen? [Experimentation, Experimentation subjects, feel free to respond]
Character(s): Jazz
Content: Jazz finds herself all of the sudden thrown into a dark cell, in an unknown place. Panic ensues.
Setting: Unknown
Time: She's not sure
Warnings: Hyperventilation.
One moment she had been with good company, the next, she was alone. It was enough to make her head spin, even though she had somewhat experienced the feeling of being one place one minute, another the next. However, even that had been punctuated by sleep between.
The place that she had been thrown was dark, though it wasn't wet, dank, or any sort of nasty. It was perhaps a little dusty from disuse, but it was generally a well-kept holding area. It was certainly unlike the prison cells one saw in the movies (but she knew that the movies tended to be inaccurate about a lot of things). However, what was very upsetting about it was that she was the one inside the cell.
She was the one in jail.
And it was cold in that area, or perhaps she was upset, because she started shivering, as she ran to the door of the cell, and shook it as violent as her tiny body could. "Hey! There's gotta be some mistake here!" A pause. "Hello? Anybody?"
She could feel panic setting in with each passing moment of silence. "Danny! Valerie! Are you guys out there?!" She stepped away from the bars and pulled out her journal. She'd make sure Danny knew what had happened to her, because the last thing she wanted to do (even through her panicking) was make him suffer more because of her.
She typed on the journal, face focused and intense. Because it was the only thing keeping her sane by then.
Content: Jazz finds herself all of the sudden thrown into a dark cell, in an unknown place. Panic ensues.
Setting: Unknown
Time: She's not sure
Warnings: Hyperventilation.
One moment she had been with good company, the next, she was alone. It was enough to make her head spin, even though she had somewhat experienced the feeling of being one place one minute, another the next. However, even that had been punctuated by sleep between.
The place that she had been thrown was dark, though it wasn't wet, dank, or any sort of nasty. It was perhaps a little dusty from disuse, but it was generally a well-kept holding area. It was certainly unlike the prison cells one saw in the movies (but she knew that the movies tended to be inaccurate about a lot of things). However, what was very upsetting about it was that she was the one inside the cell.
She was the one in jail.
And it was cold in that area, or perhaps she was upset, because she started shivering, as she ran to the door of the cell, and shook it as violent as her tiny body could. "Hey! There's gotta be some mistake here!" A pause. "Hello? Anybody?"
She could feel panic setting in with each passing moment of silence. "Danny! Valerie! Are you guys out there?!" She stepped away from the bars and pulled out her journal. She'd make sure Danny knew what had happened to her, because the last thing she wanted to do (even through her panicking) was make him suffer more because of her.
She typed on the journal, face focused and intense. Because it was the only thing keeping her sane by then.
no subject
(yes, I know it's a messed up term)groaned as he stirred, one hand instantly going to his head. What had hit him? He remembered coming into the city, meeting a stranger in black...Him.
The man had done something to stop him in time. Link was familiar with the phenomena; he'd been traveling through and in time for months now, by way of some rather esoteric methods. His thoughts wandered back to those days, which now seemed so long past. Where was he now?
Finally opening his eyes, he found himself in a dark jail cell. He'd seen its kind before, among the Gerudo. That had been before he'd been to the temple in the forest, before he'd really started his journey as an adult. With nothing but his hookshot, a horse, a shield and the Master---
Wait. There was no weight at his back. Neither shield nor sword were in their places. Frantic, he began to search his belt pouches. Bombs - none. Hookshot, bow, arrows, hammer, boomerang... not there. They'd even taken his Deku nuts. All he could find was his old ocarina, the carved wooden one Saria had given him when he left the forest. It amounted to little, given the situation.
The sound of a female voice caught his attention. Now that his eyes had adjusted, he could make out shapes moving in the cells adjacent to his own; all round-eared except for one. And those eyes definitely weren't Hylian.
"Yes, there are others here. I count eight of us." A faint glimmer of hope was dashed when he realized that none of the others seemed to be even remotely armed, either.