Post by Rach_E_L on Jan 20, 2013 3:06:15 GMT 1
Dizzy was scared, anyone could see that. No, terrified.
She was hauled up in this 'asylum', as that Amon lady had called it. This room with bars stopping her escaping was nothing more than a prison, no matter what anyone called it. Which made no difference to anyone, of course, except that it pissed the girl off more than a little.
How many days had she been here? She'd lost track. Had that much time really passed? She couldn't remember the last time she'd been out of this cell. She had been on her way to lessons, right? And then . . . Nothing. The more she tried to remember it, the more she ended up with a splitting headache.
But that wasn't important. What was important was the fact that she was trapped and she had to escape. Although Amon had said that there was no escape, there must be a way out . . . Somehow. Dizzy had kept running plans over and over in her mind, finding a fault with each one. That had all changed though, when she had seen him in the opposite cell.
She had been asleep on the floor. The redhead often chose the floor instead of the bed here, but that was only because she didn't want to get a good sleep; she wanted to be too tired to think properly and freak out. Freaking out would be a bad thing to do at the moment.
The fairy had opened her eyes slowly, after getting maybe an hour sleep. Maybe two. She barely noticed everything around her, from the light streaming in (just assuming there's a window of some sort OTL sorry Evy //shotdead) to the hidden books under her bed. She had got onto her elbows slowly and groggily, waking up slowly from the dream she had had. It was a weird dream, involving a mass of bright blue being dragged across her vision.
Wait.
The thought instantly made her mind go alert, like it had been force fed pure caffeine and sugar. She turned to the bars of her cells, praying she had been dreaming after all. But there was no chance of that; Amon herself had even said that he'd be coming only yesterday. Had it been yesterday? Her newly hyperactive mind wouldn't slow down enough to work it out.
She saw the blue mess of hair and had to cover her mouth to hold in a scream. That made her fall flat on her face, scraping her elbows, knuckles and nose. The redhead could also taste a little bit of blood. Maybe she had bit the inside of her cheek.
Slower this time, she pushed herself onto her elbows and stayed staring at the wall. The bars were to her left, so even looking away she could see them in the corner of her eye. Panicking, Dizzy swallowed what little saliva she had and pushed herself onto her knees, still staying on her elbows as well. Her red hair fell around her face to block her view of the opposite cell. She couldn't look at it. No, she had to get up and look at it!
Trying to force the tears in her eyes back, the redhead pushed off from the ground and stayed on her knees, not bothering to push her messy hair off her face. It didn't matter right now. With wild eyes, she turned her head ninety degrees towards the opposite cell. Tears, having no regard for her will, spilled down her cheeks freely.
She could see him clearly, whether he was sleeping or unconscious, she couldn't tell. (sorry for God-moding here ;3; I just thought that it'd be easier to start when he was asleep/unconscious, and he might be unconscious still when when they dragged him in ;3; ) She could just see his blue hair, oh, his lovely, long, blue hair, what a sight for her blurry eyes! He seemed ok at a glance, but having experience dealing with Tam, the girl knew all too well that there might be something deeper.
"Collin," she whispered, crawling over to the bars like a baby. Her voice was hoarse, from not touching her drink all night. It didn't help that she was silently crying, which blocked up her throat as much as sobbing. "Oh, C-Collin . . !"
She grabbed the bars hard, making her scraped knuckles go white around the red dots of blood. Her throat let out a broken sob as she broke down into tears. Noisy tears at that. Dizzy's head bowed and leaned against the bars as she sobbed her heart out for the boy just a few feet away from her - he was too close to be untouchable.
Heart broken, Dizzy stayed in that position with no intention of moving. Oh, let those old hags yell at her for being loud, she didn't care, she didn't care at all.
She was hauled up in this 'asylum', as that Amon lady had called it. This room with bars stopping her escaping was nothing more than a prison, no matter what anyone called it. Which made no difference to anyone, of course, except that it pissed the girl off more than a little.
How many days had she been here? She'd lost track. Had that much time really passed? She couldn't remember the last time she'd been out of this cell. She had been on her way to lessons, right? And then . . . Nothing. The more she tried to remember it, the more she ended up with a splitting headache.
But that wasn't important. What was important was the fact that she was trapped and she had to escape. Although Amon had said that there was no escape, there must be a way out . . . Somehow. Dizzy had kept running plans over and over in her mind, finding a fault with each one. That had all changed though, when she had seen him in the opposite cell.
She had been asleep on the floor. The redhead often chose the floor instead of the bed here, but that was only because she didn't want to get a good sleep; she wanted to be too tired to think properly and freak out. Freaking out would be a bad thing to do at the moment.
The fairy had opened her eyes slowly, after getting maybe an hour sleep. Maybe two. She barely noticed everything around her, from the light streaming in (just assuming there's a window of some sort OTL sorry Evy //shotdead) to the hidden books under her bed. She had got onto her elbows slowly and groggily, waking up slowly from the dream she had had. It was a weird dream, involving a mass of bright blue being dragged across her vision.
Wait.
The thought instantly made her mind go alert, like it had been force fed pure caffeine and sugar. She turned to the bars of her cells, praying she had been dreaming after all. But there was no chance of that; Amon herself had even said that he'd be coming only yesterday. Had it been yesterday? Her newly hyperactive mind wouldn't slow down enough to work it out.
She saw the blue mess of hair and had to cover her mouth to hold in a scream. That made her fall flat on her face, scraping her elbows, knuckles and nose. The redhead could also taste a little bit of blood. Maybe she had bit the inside of her cheek.
Slower this time, she pushed herself onto her elbows and stayed staring at the wall. The bars were to her left, so even looking away she could see them in the corner of her eye. Panicking, Dizzy swallowed what little saliva she had and pushed herself onto her knees, still staying on her elbows as well. Her red hair fell around her face to block her view of the opposite cell. She couldn't look at it. No, she had to get up and look at it!
Trying to force the tears in her eyes back, the redhead pushed off from the ground and stayed on her knees, not bothering to push her messy hair off her face. It didn't matter right now. With wild eyes, she turned her head ninety degrees towards the opposite cell. Tears, having no regard for her will, spilled down her cheeks freely.
She could see him clearly, whether he was sleeping or unconscious, she couldn't tell. (sorry for God-moding here ;3; I just thought that it'd be easier to start when he was asleep/unconscious, and he might be unconscious still when when they dragged him in ;3; ) She could just see his blue hair, oh, his lovely, long, blue hair, what a sight for her blurry eyes! He seemed ok at a glance, but having experience dealing with Tam, the girl knew all too well that there might be something deeper.
"Collin," she whispered, crawling over to the bars like a baby. Her voice was hoarse, from not touching her drink all night. It didn't help that she was silently crying, which blocked up her throat as much as sobbing. "Oh, C-Collin . . !"
She grabbed the bars hard, making her scraped knuckles go white around the red dots of blood. Her throat let out a broken sob as she broke down into tears. Noisy tears at that. Dizzy's head bowed and leaned against the bars as she sobbed her heart out for the boy just a few feet away from her - he was too close to be untouchable.
Heart broken, Dizzy stayed in that position with no intention of moving. Oh, let those old hags yell at her for being loud, she didn't care, she didn't care at all.