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Post by Elanorîn on Oct 6, 2005 11:17:00 GMT -5
[Aayadinlani's private thread]
It was hard to say how long she had been out of it but when she woke up she found the wet floor to her face. It was cold, wet, dirty and dark. Nothing new there. She hadn't seen sunlight for a good while it was the same dank dark that had been her path for what must be several days now after she fell down in the woods outside Fardinn.
She wasn't hurt, not anymore. A sprained ankle but that was forgotten by now. It was a fortunate fall considering the height and the hard landing. Ever since then these dark rock passages had seemed endless.
As she came to it would seem that she had just fallen flat to the ground from exhaustion. There was not a sound around her and it was dark as ever.
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Post by Ayadinlani on Oct 6, 2005 11:22:14 GMT -5
Ayadinlani smiles. She likes this. Maybe. She stares down at the floor and rubs a hand over it. Floor. She starts laughing, first softly, then louder and louder and eventually she just- stops. She still has her nose on the ground. What was that doing there? She turns around and stares up at the ceiling. Uncomfortable, on her back.
"I can see you."
She grins.
"I know you're there."
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Post by Elanorîn on Oct 6, 2005 11:28:11 GMT -5
There is no sound around her save for the odd drip of water somewhere a bit away.
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Post by Ayadinlani on Oct 6, 2005 11:31:50 GMT -5
"You're there."
Ayadinlani sits up suddenly, and huddles up, pulling her legs against her. She rolls her eyes from left to right and back again, and starts singing in an uncertain voice.
"... tomorrow is the final day But while the world expires in fire- I'll stay with you, I'll stay with you I'll stay."
Then she stands up and shakes her head. Her eyes are focussed and her voice is steady.
"You're being an idiot. Let's find a way out."
She starts walking in a random direction, her hands stretched out before her.
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Post by Elanorîn on Oct 6, 2005 11:37:02 GMT -5
Before long she reaches a rough and rather wet stone wall. She comes sort of angled on to it and not straight at it. It feels cool and smells faintly a sort of damp irony smell. The floor is uneven and gnarly towards the edges.
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Post by Ayadinlani on Oct 6, 2005 11:39:36 GMT -5
She taps her hand on it a few times.
"Wall. Yes I know it's a wall. Keep quiet, keep quiet."
She glances over her shoulder.
"Don't just stand there. We have to get out."
She starts making her way along the wall.
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Post by Elanorîn on Oct 6, 2005 12:46:05 GMT -5
The wall continues on, wet, cold and gnarly, much like the floor.
After some time, when it is completely quiet around her without even the sound of water dripping, the wall begins to curve away. At first just slightly but then much sharper and the floor seems more even here.
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Post by Ayadinlani on Oct 6, 2005 16:35:56 GMT -5
Ayadinlani smiles and taps the wall. She keeps following it, however.
"Are you there? I know you're there! Come out, come out, wherever you are!
Row row row your boat Gently down the stream...
Come out and we will dance! Where am I, where am I, I'm here. I'm here! I'm here! I'm here!"
She laughs and takes a very deep breath, which she sighs out again so far that she ends up coughing. She taps the wall and walks on.
"How could you... How could you..."
"I didn't do it."
"Yes you did."
Ayadinlani turns to the woman standing besides her. It is a really, really beautiful woman with bright red hair and very big dark eyes.
"What do you want, anyway?"
"Nothing. I'm happy."
The woman laughs, throwing her head back to do so. Ayadinlani scoffs.
"No you're not."
The woman shrugs and twirls around in her white dress. It is a very long, very fancy dress. She is wearing white shoes with high heels.
"Leave me alone."
Ayadinlani angrily pats the wall. She would like to punch the woman. But the woman, radiant in the darkness, examines her perfect bright red nails. Very long nails. Like claws.
"You're paranoid, dearie."
"Maybe."
"You're mad. Did you know that?"
Ayadinlani chuckles.
"No I'm not. They're mad, they're all mad. They live in a thousand-thousand times at the same time. I am only so many different people but they are thousand-thousand different people. You are mad, you. You're evil."
The woman throws a perfect strand of red hair over her shoulder and blows Ayadinlani a kiss. She twirls again. Those red nails are claws. They are. Ayadinlani quickens her step and mutters barely audibly.
"You're evil."
"Come with me. Dance with me."
"You're evil! You're EVIL! Leave me alone!"
She starts running. The woman remains where she is.
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Post by Elanorîn on Oct 6, 2005 18:25:18 GMT -5
After running for not very long she feels the floor starting to level again after descending a bit. The walls are drying up gradually as she goes.
Suddenly at her feet she has some debris. Largish and small bits lying in what appears a random mess.
She catches a very faint bitter-sour smell from somewhere around her.
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Post by Ayadinlani on Oct 6, 2005 18:34:06 GMT -5
"It isn't fair, Cyfi."
The young woman sinks to her knees and feels around the debris a little. Then she tilts her head to the side as if listening, takes the backpack off her back, and starts digging through it.
"No... no... chalk. No. Ah."
She takes out a flint and steel and starts making sparks to see by.
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Post by Elanorîn on Oct 6, 2005 18:36:50 GMT -5
It appears to be some random bits of broken up wood at her feet. Some of them a bit burnt as if there had been a very small fire there.
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Post by Ayadinlani on Oct 6, 2005 18:38:47 GMT -5
"Bah."
She puts the flint and steel back in the backpack, puts it on her back and walks on, trying carefully not to trip over the fire. Searching through the dark, she tries to find an exit.
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Post by Elanorîn on Oct 10, 2005 8:43:53 GMT -5
Despite walking for a long time she does not come to anything resembling an exit. She does however feel a slight but clear drop in the temperature and at her feet the ground gets softer and grainy. Like coarse sand.
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Post by Ayadinlani on Oct 10, 2005 8:48:19 GMT -5
Ayadinlani sighs and stoops to pick up a handful of sand. She does not do anything with it. She just holds it in her hand as she walks on.
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Post by Elanorîn on Oct 10, 2005 9:00:17 GMT -5
As she continues on the ground she walks on gets increasingly softer as if the layer of sand gets thicker and thicker. It feels like normal coarse dry sand in her hands and smells very faintly fresh.
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