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[ Log ] OPEN
When; July 3rd, evening
Rating; G
Characters; Katrina Daniels
Summary; Arriving
Log;
She couldn't stop rubbing her neck.
Something was off, something was wrong. She was not concerned with how she had gotten here or how to get out; her biggest concern was how it felt.
The people, who she hid from and avoided, seemed as confused and upset as she was. She had no intention of going with them, as she assumed that if they knew how to leave they wouldn't be there.
She wanted to explore, to look around and try to find a way out, but she couldn't. Rooted to the spot where she stood, she clutched the stone wall she was peeking around tightly. She was scared, the many video games she had played coming back to haunt her- did they have the T-Virus, were they Los Ganados?
Going back behind the wall, she opened her laptop again and began clicking furiously. No connection, no connection, no connection. Angrily closing it, she closed her eyes and rested her head against the wall.
Surely, Devin would find her. He would tell someone, the police, anyone, and they would find her. She had faith in him. She had tripped, she remembered tripping and a burning pain and then nothing. Then she was here.
But she had just fell, that could easily be taken care of by alcohol and bandages. She did not know why her neck bothered her, but she did not care at the moment.
She felt like this place was taking her energy. It looked like a carnival of some sorts, with the carousel spinning. She felt safe by the carousel, so she would not leave it.
Rating; G
Characters; Katrina Daniels
Summary; Arriving
Log;
She couldn't stop rubbing her neck.
Something was off, something was wrong. She was not concerned with how she had gotten here or how to get out; her biggest concern was how it felt.
The people, who she hid from and avoided, seemed as confused and upset as she was. She had no intention of going with them, as she assumed that if they knew how to leave they wouldn't be there.
She wanted to explore, to look around and try to find a way out, but she couldn't. Rooted to the spot where she stood, she clutched the stone wall she was peeking around tightly. She was scared, the many video games she had played coming back to haunt her- did they have the T-Virus, were they Los Ganados?
Going back behind the wall, she opened her laptop again and began clicking furiously. No connection, no connection, no connection. Angrily closing it, she closed her eyes and rested her head against the wall.
Surely, Devin would find her. He would tell someone, the police, anyone, and they would find her. She had faith in him. She had tripped, she remembered tripping and a burning pain and then nothing. Then she was here.
But she had just fell, that could easily be taken care of by alcohol and bandages. She did not know why her neck bothered her, but she did not care at the moment.
She felt like this place was taking her energy. It looked like a carnival of some sorts, with the carousel spinning. She felt safe by the carousel, so she would not leave it.