http://highminded-jazz.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] highminded-jazz.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2007-05-08 09:09 am

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.

[identity profile] paixaonpcs.livejournal.com 2007-05-17 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
One, two, three, four, open the door. Step high duck low, and for god's sake, control your twitching men! Keep your coats pristine and if it's meant to be sharp, keep it that way. The three of them marched in a pack down the hallway where all the prisoners were kept.

Larxene had given them strict, strict orders, and she was in a fouler mood than usual. She usually didn't actually throw her kunai at them, and that meant they had to march quick! Curse them for being more powerful, curse them all. And she didn't look happy at all.

Instead of opening the door containing the black-haired girl that reeked of a familiar scent, they morphed into her cell and grabbed her. As quickly as they came, they morphed out with her.

See, the dusks could be efficient when they wanted to be!

[identity profile] valerie-dark.livejournal.com 2007-05-19 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
"HEY, GE..." Valerie was barely able to get two words out wheb she started being shoved roughly along by those strange creatures. She fell, and let out a large grunt. She had already had that knee fighting Larxene. The creatures moved her along anyway, and she turned, and got a glimpse of someone she wished she hadn't seen here.

Misha.

Damn it, she though before they took her out of the room. I messed up again!