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jla_watchtower2006-07-15 10:44 pm
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Hurt. Things hurt. So many things hurt it was hard to pinpoint which one hurt the worse. Then her fingers twitched causing the raging pins and needles sensation which led to her arms jerking and she knew what hurt the most right now: her shoulders.
Her arms were raised above her and it felt like her hands have disowned her. A groan escaped her after having tugged weakly against the manacles that hold her wrists. Her eyes crack open and at first she thinks she's blindfolded until she realizes it's her hair in the way.
Another groan and a wince emit as she tried shaking it out of her face. Not only did the action hurt, but it didn't really help with the hair. She mumbles one of John's favorites and tried to blow it out of the way. It helped some which was when she was able to finally look at her surroundings.
Her nose had already told her she was somewhere damp, mold and moisture dominating that sense. It also told her that it was probably not up to standard health codes. Being able to see through the remaining strands of her hair didn't help matters. If anything defines the word "dungeon" her surroundings do so perfectly.
She shifts her position to attempt to make herself more comfortable, causing more of John's favorites to flow past her lips. It's then that she realizes that she isn't alone. Blinking past a haze of pain and black strands of hair, she at first thought it was Dr. Occult, but the person seems...not right for him....too small maybe?
It takes a few tries for her to clear her throat enough to speak. "Dr. Occult? Is that you?"
Her arms were raised above her and it felt like her hands have disowned her. A groan escaped her after having tugged weakly against the manacles that hold her wrists. Her eyes crack open and at first she thinks she's blindfolded until she realizes it's her hair in the way.
Another groan and a wince emit as she tried shaking it out of her face. Not only did the action hurt, but it didn't really help with the hair. She mumbles one of John's favorites and tried to blow it out of the way. It helped some which was when she was able to finally look at her surroundings.
Her nose had already told her she was somewhere damp, mold and moisture dominating that sense. It also told her that it was probably not up to standard health codes. Being able to see through the remaining strands of her hair didn't help matters. If anything defines the word "dungeon" her surroundings do so perfectly.
She shifts her position to attempt to make herself more comfortable, causing more of John's favorites to flow past her lips. It's then that she realizes that she isn't alone. Blinking past a haze of pain and black strands of hair, she at first thought it was Dr. Occult, but the person seems...not right for him....too small maybe?
It takes a few tries for her to clear her throat enough to speak. "Dr. Occult? Is that you?"