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paixaorpg2007-05-08 09:09 am
highminded-jazz.livejournal.com) wrote in 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
He was about ready to close his eyes and give up, when he heard her call out down the cells again. Nyaa? Wasn't that the sound those cat demons made...? Well, whatever. He was pretty damn sure "demon-san" was directed at him. "Hn? Oi, that's Laharl-sama," he corrected her then paused for a moment before adding, "... Yeah, what is it?"
Wait, how'd she figure out he was a demon? Unless she was... hmmm. He once more suspected that perhaps she was an angel, although he couldn't say he'd ever seen any angels with pink hair, but there was definitely something light and unearthly about her. He'd have normally been able to get a better sense of it, but right now? In this state? Forget it. He was having enough trouble keeping his thoughts straight.