Post by radburn on Dec 26, 2010 5:08:47 GMT
Nngh......
Head still foggy with sleep, the girl sat herself up, smoothing her messy hair and languidly stretching her arms. Time to wake up.....Eyes still closed, she reached out for something to help her up -
SWOOOOOOOOSH
"Aah!!!"
Her eyes snapped open at the loud noise and she jumped, hitting her head on something hard and meta as she did so. "Ow!!! Damn it!!!" Groaning with pain, she clutched at her head and looked around, letting her eyes adjust to the light. Immediately her eyes focused on a pale, white object attached to the wall. Something about its smooth surface, its distinct shape, seemed so familiar that her initial fear faded away....She sat there for a moment or so, doing nothing but letting herself get used to being awake and staring at the object, trying to understand what it was. Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in her head.
Is that a toilet?
It was. She stood up slowly, and looked around. She was in a bathroom stall, a big one, like the wheelchair accessible one always found at the end of the row of stalls in public restrooms. Blinking her eyes in mild confusion, she began to understand what had happened. She has been sleeping on the floor, and when she reached out to hang on to something, she had pushed down on the toilet handle and flushed it. The sound surprised her and when she jumped, she hit her head on the iron box where they put the toilet paper. She smiled...then frowned.
Why was she sleeping in a bathroom stall?
Confusion rattling her brain, she walked out of the bathroom stall and glanced around. No one else was there. After a second, she went to the sink and began to scrub her hands and wash her face. I bet people peed on that floor. I don't care how clean it looks. Taking a paper towel, she began to dry her hands when she noticed something silver hanging around her neck in the reflection of the sink mirror. She looked down.
It was a couple of dog tags hanging on a simple chain, dirty and worn and scratched up so bad she could barely read the words. Peering closely, she found that she could still make out one of the words on one of the tags. "Radburn," she whispered. Huh. Sounds like a last name.
....It's not MY last name...is it?
It was like someone turned on a light in a dark hallway. She stood up straight and realized something that sent a shiver down her spine.
She couldn't remember anything.
Heart beginning to beat fast with fear, she backed away from the mirror and headed out the bathroom door, trying not to run or panic.
What the hell is going on?
((can no one reply to this? if you did that would mess up the storyline.))
Head still foggy with sleep, the girl sat herself up, smoothing her messy hair and languidly stretching her arms. Time to wake up.....Eyes still closed, she reached out for something to help her up -
SWOOOOOOOOSH
"Aah!!!"
Her eyes snapped open at the loud noise and she jumped, hitting her head on something hard and meta as she did so. "Ow!!! Damn it!!!" Groaning with pain, she clutched at her head and looked around, letting her eyes adjust to the light. Immediately her eyes focused on a pale, white object attached to the wall. Something about its smooth surface, its distinct shape, seemed so familiar that her initial fear faded away....She sat there for a moment or so, doing nothing but letting herself get used to being awake and staring at the object, trying to understand what it was. Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in her head.
Is that a toilet?
It was. She stood up slowly, and looked around. She was in a bathroom stall, a big one, like the wheelchair accessible one always found at the end of the row of stalls in public restrooms. Blinking her eyes in mild confusion, she began to understand what had happened. She has been sleeping on the floor, and when she reached out to hang on to something, she had pushed down on the toilet handle and flushed it. The sound surprised her and when she jumped, she hit her head on the iron box where they put the toilet paper. She smiled...then frowned.
Why was she sleeping in a bathroom stall?
Confusion rattling her brain, she walked out of the bathroom stall and glanced around. No one else was there. After a second, she went to the sink and began to scrub her hands and wash her face. I bet people peed on that floor. I don't care how clean it looks. Taking a paper towel, she began to dry her hands when she noticed something silver hanging around her neck in the reflection of the sink mirror. She looked down.
It was a couple of dog tags hanging on a simple chain, dirty and worn and scratched up so bad she could barely read the words. Peering closely, she found that she could still make out one of the words on one of the tags. "Radburn," she whispered. Huh. Sounds like a last name.
....It's not MY last name...is it?
It was like someone turned on a light in a dark hallway. She stood up straight and realized something that sent a shiver down her spine.
She couldn't remember anything.
Heart beginning to beat fast with fear, she backed away from the mirror and headed out the bathroom door, trying not to run or panic.
What the hell is going on?
((can no one reply to this? if you did that would mess up the storyline.))