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capesize2012-06-09 07:24 pm
constantasthenorthernstar) wrote in capesize2012-06-09 07:24 pm
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[This...is not her room. Mari recognises that the moment she steps through the door, clutching her bag and looking around. Her cat had been in the act of winding his way around her ankles, but he stopped dead with a sudden hiss. Mari pulls him up and wraps him in her arms, trying to calm him. Metal reflects back at her as far as she can see when she looks around. For a moment she blinks slowly, obviously confused, and then she hugs her cat closer to herself and shuffles into the room a little further.
Where is she?
Everything she looks at down the corridors, from the tube of the transporter to the square looking rooms she can see further down. When she walks down and steps towards one of them, the door slides open automatically and she's startled back. Inside is a bed, as far as she can see. She's stepping back before she can see more.
Mari walks back to the transporter and stares at it. It doesn't move when she steps inside and hits every button she can think of. When she steps out again and moves into the elevator, the doors close and move smoothly downwards. By the time it opens she's pressed against the wall like a cat in a room filled with water and her cat is hissing again. The corridor looks somehow even less familiar than the previous one; she remains in her position against the wall until the elevator moves back up, then throws herself out of the doors as soon as they open.
What is this place? Purgatory? There's a mix of fear and nervousness building up inside her. Mari rubs her shoulder and slides down the wall, before finally burying her face into her cat's fur. He stays still and tense in her arms.
This is bad.]
This isn't my fault. [Her voice sounds strange in the echo of the metal room. She swallows, unwilling to look up and face the gleaming metal reply.] I didn't do this. This wasn't my decision.
[That feels a little better. Holding her cat close, she strokes his fur to calm him while watching the metal tubes, waiting for someone to explain this to her.]
Where is she?
Everything she looks at down the corridors, from the tube of the transporter to the square looking rooms she can see further down. When she walks down and steps towards one of them, the door slides open automatically and she's startled back. Inside is a bed, as far as she can see. She's stepping back before she can see more.
Mari walks back to the transporter and stares at it. It doesn't move when she steps inside and hits every button she can think of. When she steps out again and moves into the elevator, the doors close and move smoothly downwards. By the time it opens she's pressed against the wall like a cat in a room filled with water and her cat is hissing again. The corridor looks somehow even less familiar than the previous one; she remains in her position against the wall until the elevator moves back up, then throws herself out of the doors as soon as they open.
What is this place? Purgatory? There's a mix of fear and nervousness building up inside her. Mari rubs her shoulder and slides down the wall, before finally burying her face into her cat's fur. He stays still and tense in her arms.
This is bad.]
This isn't my fault. [Her voice sounds strange in the echo of the metal room. She swallows, unwilling to look up and face the gleaming metal reply.] I didn't do this. This wasn't my decision.
[That feels a little better. Holding her cat close, she strokes his fur to calm him while watching the metal tubes, waiting for someone to explain this to her.]