That was the mantra repeating in Coraline’s mind as she clutched her head, forcing herself to take deep breaths that seemed to do nothing against the onslaught of sensations slamming into her mind. She wasn’t fucking looking, and yet, she could still feel everything. The walls, the old equipment, the wires inside the machinery, the dark spaces in-between that seem to shift and solidify as she focuses on them. She presses herself even closer to the wall, doing her best to bring herself back to here and now. The only reprieve was the blankness that seemed to match with the shafts of light breaking through the windows, except reprieve was an overstatement because such null was unsettling.
As if sensing her distress, the darkness started to close around her. At that, she finally found the strength to run, bolting out the door and away from the too comforting terrifying shadows that followed after her.
--
Sometime later.
--
So those shadowy figures weren’t friendly. That was good to know.
Quickly weighing the pros and cons of staying outside: where there was pain and shadow monsters vs. inside: where it was Dark… well. Both sucked honestly, but she needed to put a wall or something between her and the thing that was chasing after her. So inside it was.
Ducking under a… building? That jutted out sidewise from the wall, she threw herself into the nearest door, slamming it closed. Hopefully, this would be enough to either lose it, or make it lose interest. As she held the door closed, she quickly realized she wasn’t alone in the room.
“… I am so sorry.” She said quietly, unaware of her own inhuman appearance and the knife that was still in her chest.
Radio Waves
Sitting in front of the mirror, she squinted into the light, watching as the… storm buffeted the landscape. Anything to distract from the reality of her new situation really. One where she could barely feel the debris cutting into her and the water soaking into her bones while she was out there. One where she couldn’t feel the cold. One where she hadn’t noticed a fucking knife in her chest.
One where she clearly wasn’t human anymore.
This was hell wasn’t it? It had to be.
As if by providence, the walkie talkie laying nearby suddenly came to life with harsh static. She scooped up the device, waving away the shadows that had started to coalesce around her in the process.
Coraline Li | OC | OTA
In. Out. In. Out.
That was the mantra repeating in Coraline’s mind as she clutched her head, forcing herself to take deep breaths that seemed to do nothing against the onslaught of sensations slamming into her mind. She wasn’t fucking looking, and yet, she could still feel everything. The walls, the old equipment, the wires inside the machinery, the dark spaces in-between that seem to shift and solidify as she focuses on them. She presses herself even closer to the wall, doing her best to bring herself back to here and now. The only reprieve was the blankness that seemed to match with the shafts of light breaking through the windows, except reprieve was an overstatement because such null was unsettling.
As if sensing her distress, the darkness started to close around her. At that, she finally found the strength to run, bolting out the door and away from the
too comfortingterrifying shadows that followed after her.--
Sometime later.
--
So those shadowy figures weren’t friendly. That was good to know.
Quickly weighing the pros and cons of staying outside: where there was pain and shadow monsters vs. inside: where it was Dark… well. Both sucked honestly, but she needed to put a wall or something between her and the thing that was chasing after her. So inside it was.
Ducking under a… building? That jutted out sidewise from the wall, she threw herself into the nearest door, slamming it closed. Hopefully, this would be enough to either lose it, or make it lose interest. As she held the door closed, she quickly realized she wasn’t alone in the room.
“… I am so sorry.” She said quietly, unaware of her own inhuman appearance and the knife that was still in her chest.
Radio Waves
Sitting in front of the mirror, she squinted into the light, watching as the… storm buffeted the landscape. Anything to distract from the reality of her new situation really. One where she could barely feel the debris cutting into her and the water soaking into her bones while she was out there. One where she couldn’t feel the cold. One where she hadn’t noticed a fucking knife in her chest.
One where she clearly wasn’t human anymore.
This was hell wasn’t it? It had to be.
As if by providence, the walkie talkie laying nearby suddenly came to life with harsh static. She scooped up the device, waving away the shadows that had started to coalesce around her in the process.
“Hello? Is anyone there?????”
Wildcard
[OOC: Fuck me up tbh]