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entrancelogs2017-04-13 11:43 pm
meanestgirl) wrote in entrancelogs2017-04-13 11:43 pm
👊 001 [arrival] open } { i'm gonna head on down, for the last stop is this town
Who: Kimberly Hart + YOU
Where: Starting Room 512 and moving around the mansion.
When: April 13, 2017.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kimberly arrives in Wonderland and is understandably freaked out about it.
The Story:
“No one dies alone.”
“Thank you for being my friends.”
Those words somehow manage to be the last things she hears before the roar of the flames block everything else out. She can feel them sliding back towards the abyss of the pit behind them, the grinding of metal against metal as they try to hold their ground, but even Kimberly knows they’re fading fast. The heat is consuming everything, and she can feel the pressure on her chest from trying to breath. Her eyes meet Jason’s through the flames, and on instinct her hand reaches for him, whether it’s to try and pull him out or have him do the same for her, she can’t really tell at the moment.
After that, everything fades to black, and there’s nothing but the sensation of falling, hard and fast. There’s a part of her that hopes that this is just some twisted nightmare, and when she hits the bottom she’ll wake up like none of this ever happened. She closes her eyes, prays for relief, and as she starts to pick up speed the longer she falls, she can’t help but count down the time to impact in her head.
Three … two …
She jerks up suddenly, and in a lot of ways, it’s like waking up. Her eyes look wildly around the room, trying to recognize where she is, but it’s not her room. It’s not the hospital. In fact, it’s not anything she recognizes in any sense of the word, and that puts her on guard more than anything. She glances down shortly after that, and she’s back in her street clothes again, but there are no wounds, no burns and no bruises. As he breathing starts to even out, she can’t help but wonder if she really did die in that pit. This isn’t really what she would have pictured in terms of Heaven.
And it’s not really what she would have expected from Hell, either.
She closes her eyes, taking an even deeper breath to calm the thoughts racing through her mind, and when she opens them again, she tries to focus on the details. She was sitting on a bed, in the middle of an empty room, and nothing really stands out, beyond the strange device sitting on her nightstand. She picks that up on a whim, figuring it’s probably going to be important eventually, and shoves it in her pocket as she gets up to make her way to the door.
Her head extends slowly out to look up and down the hallway, taking everything in again. The people seem to be moving freely, wherever this is, and while she probably should stop one of them and ask them for help, there’s a bit of panic in her gut that says that might not be the best idea. She doesn’t know anyone, from the looks of it, and if this is all in her head, she can’t guarantee that these conjured visions will very helpful. So she just tries to play it normal, closing the door behind her and striding down the hallway as though she has a purpose and knows exactly where she’s going.
(She doesn’t. But she’s trying.)
All the same, there’s a very tense teenager making her way down the hallway, looking a lot like a deer in the headlights, and if you sneak up on her she may punch you in the face very, very hard. Approach at your own risk.
Where: Starting Room 512 and moving around the mansion.
When: April 13, 2017.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kimberly arrives in Wonderland and is understandably freaked out about it.
The Story:
“No one dies alone.”
“Thank you for being my friends.”
Those words somehow manage to be the last things she hears before the roar of the flames block everything else out. She can feel them sliding back towards the abyss of the pit behind them, the grinding of metal against metal as they try to hold their ground, but even Kimberly knows they’re fading fast. The heat is consuming everything, and she can feel the pressure on her chest from trying to breath. Her eyes meet Jason’s through the flames, and on instinct her hand reaches for him, whether it’s to try and pull him out or have him do the same for her, she can’t really tell at the moment.
After that, everything fades to black, and there’s nothing but the sensation of falling, hard and fast. There’s a part of her that hopes that this is just some twisted nightmare, and when she hits the bottom she’ll wake up like none of this ever happened. She closes her eyes, prays for relief, and as she starts to pick up speed the longer she falls, she can’t help but count down the time to impact in her head.
Three … two …
She jerks up suddenly, and in a lot of ways, it’s like waking up. Her eyes look wildly around the room, trying to recognize where she is, but it’s not her room. It’s not the hospital. In fact, it’s not anything she recognizes in any sense of the word, and that puts her on guard more than anything. She glances down shortly after that, and she’s back in her street clothes again, but there are no wounds, no burns and no bruises. As he breathing starts to even out, she can’t help but wonder if she really did die in that pit. This isn’t really what she would have pictured in terms of Heaven.
And it’s not really what she would have expected from Hell, either.
She closes her eyes, taking an even deeper breath to calm the thoughts racing through her mind, and when she opens them again, she tries to focus on the details. She was sitting on a bed, in the middle of an empty room, and nothing really stands out, beyond the strange device sitting on her nightstand. She picks that up on a whim, figuring it’s probably going to be important eventually, and shoves it in her pocket as she gets up to make her way to the door.
Her head extends slowly out to look up and down the hallway, taking everything in again. The people seem to be moving freely, wherever this is, and while she probably should stop one of them and ask them for help, there’s a bit of panic in her gut that says that might not be the best idea. She doesn’t know anyone, from the looks of it, and if this is all in her head, she can’t guarantee that these conjured visions will very helpful. So she just tries to play it normal, closing the door behind her and striding down the hallway as though she has a purpose and knows exactly where she’s going.
(She doesn’t. But she’s trying.)
All the same, there’s a very tense teenager making her way down the hallway, looking a lot like a deer in the headlights, and if you sneak up on her she may punch you in the face very, very hard. Approach at your own risk.