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entrancelogs2017-05-24 05:43 pm
uncaging) wrote in entrancelogs2017-05-24 05:43 pm
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Who: Elizabeth and OPEN
Where: Corridors, then Elizabeth's room, then the lake
When: Backdated to just after the event
Rating: PG, will edit if needed
Summary: Elizabeth struggles to adjust on returning to the Real side, especially after seeing the damage her Mirror has done
The Story:
a) Corridors
Elizabeth doesn't walk as tall as usual, but is almost drawn into herself, arms wrapped around her and shoulders hunched over as though she's trying to make herself as small as possible. She doesn't even realise she's doing it, it's just become automatic ever since she was flung over to the Mirror side. Sometimes, when the Mansion is quiet and the shadows flicker in the candlelight, she becomes convinced that she's still over there, a panic gripping her for a moment until she manages to calm herself. She jumps as she hears footsteps approaching from behind her, her face white as a sheet as she turns, expecting to find a twisted version of one of her friends standing there.
b) Elizabeth's Room
She had no idea what her own Mirror had been up to, but it had never occurred to her that she might come to her bedroom. Now that she sees it, she's not particularly surprised, but her face falls in dismay at the state of the place. Her mattress has had a knife ripped straight through it, and the springs are protruding through the top of it like guts. Her pillow similarly has been torn up, feathers scattered about the room which rise up and float around her as she steps past and disturbs them. Her books are ripped to pieces, pages lining the floor. Her records are out of their sleeves, and they've been drawn on in bright red lipstick, swirls and patterns and here and there a crudely drawn figure. Her record player is still working, though, a song playing out and filling the room as Elizabeth enters, then starting over when it finishes, as though her Mirror has obtained a record of this one song to punctuate whatever message she's trying to send.
c) The lake
She can't stay in the Mansion. She feels sick. The gardens provide her no comfort either, not after spending so many days hiding in the colourless version on the Mirror side. She follows her feet, and they take her to the one new place in the grounds, the one place she knows her Mirror can't have defiled with her presence. Sitting at the edge of the lake, Elizabeth dips her toes in the water and sits, mesmerised by the sun glinting on the water and trying to force her mind to quiet.
Where: Corridors, then Elizabeth's room, then the lake
When: Backdated to just after the event
Rating: PG, will edit if needed
Summary: Elizabeth struggles to adjust on returning to the Real side, especially after seeing the damage her Mirror has done
The Story:
a) Corridors
Elizabeth doesn't walk as tall as usual, but is almost drawn into herself, arms wrapped around her and shoulders hunched over as though she's trying to make herself as small as possible. She doesn't even realise she's doing it, it's just become automatic ever since she was flung over to the Mirror side. Sometimes, when the Mansion is quiet and the shadows flicker in the candlelight, she becomes convinced that she's still over there, a panic gripping her for a moment until she manages to calm herself. She jumps as she hears footsteps approaching from behind her, her face white as a sheet as she turns, expecting to find a twisted version of one of her friends standing there.
b) Elizabeth's Room
She had no idea what her own Mirror had been up to, but it had never occurred to her that she might come to her bedroom. Now that she sees it, she's not particularly surprised, but her face falls in dismay at the state of the place. Her mattress has had a knife ripped straight through it, and the springs are protruding through the top of it like guts. Her pillow similarly has been torn up, feathers scattered about the room which rise up and float around her as she steps past and disturbs them. Her books are ripped to pieces, pages lining the floor. Her records are out of their sleeves, and they've been drawn on in bright red lipstick, swirls and patterns and here and there a crudely drawn figure. Her record player is still working, though, a song playing out and filling the room as Elizabeth enters, then starting over when it finishes, as though her Mirror has obtained a record of this one song to punctuate whatever message she's trying to send.
c) The lake
She can't stay in the Mansion. She feels sick. The gardens provide her no comfort either, not after spending so many days hiding in the colourless version on the Mirror side. She follows her feet, and they take her to the one new place in the grounds, the one place she knows her Mirror can't have defiled with her presence. Sitting at the edge of the lake, Elizabeth dips her toes in the water and sits, mesmerised by the sun glinting on the water and trying to force her mind to quiet.
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It looked so peaceful. Though I suppose it's too much to hope that the addition of this place is to give us something of a respite.