Post by Desu~ on Jul 29, 2007 5:37:01 GMT -5
A short woman [by short, we mean extremely short, of course. Not the pansy every day definition of 'short'. We mean four feet and a few inches.] walked briskly down the crowded, patrolled alley that was Triangle Tunnel, a sense of purpose about her. The truth was, she had no idea where she was, where she was going, and why she was there; but that did not need to be broadcasted. After all, she was small enough to be targeted for petty crimes as it was, she did not need people knowing that she was lost and did not speak Spanish or English or even American very well at all.
She stopped mid-step as she glanced someone's shop, a store that intrigued her for no real reason. It was plain, without decoration... A sign that simply said 'Borkue's'. Deciding to peek in, the woman stepped lightly over, opening the door and made her way inside. The inside was as plain as the outside, stocks of generic products littered around the store. Seeing as she was bored, though, she found no problem in browsing even a dusty, plain store like this. As she browsed deeper into the store, something caughter her eye.
It was a box.
A box, roughly half a foot in size, colored deep teal, accented with pink-jewels hammered and spread around it, making a pattern that vaguely resembled a sunset ocean, but only vaguely. Curious, she stepped towards it, cautiously but steadily. For some reason, she felt like she was drawn to it; as if her body desired to envelop it and keep it safe inside. Pondering these strange desires [perhaps she wanted a baby], she finally reached the box, her hands hesitant. For the first time, she noticed a crank protruding from one side of the box. Wondering what it was for, the woman opened the box. Immediately, she felt a strange sort of wind. It wasn't actually wind, however... it was more.. A disturbance.
In the force?
I think not.
The disturbance passed through her, leaving her with a vaguely queasy feeling, but she looked once more at the box. She had covered her face with an arm when the disturbance occured.
The inside of the box seemed to be covered with a felt-like material, pleasant to touch, but oddly causing her to shiver as her hands brushed along the edges. In the middle, on a golden stand, was a gold Doll, eerily familiar yet disturbingly strange at the same time. Shaking slightly, the much too curious woman reached out with one fragile, fake looking hand and touched the crank. A bolt of what felt like electricity seemed to shoot through her. She doubted herself, wondering if turning the crank was truthfully neccessary to her.
But, she was curious.
Her fingers softly gripped the end, and pushed it in a circle. A creaking sound was heard within the box. Happy that nothing catastrophic had occured, she turned it again, and again, and again, until it would turn no more.
Still hesitant, the woman released the handle, and the cluttered shop was filled with a clear ringing sound. The easily recognizable 'Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring' played as she stared, transfixed at the slowly revolving doll. Slowly, she felt her energy seep away, starting at the fingers touching the box and then the draining spreading to the rest of her body. She breathed in a deep, shuddering breath, and then she ceased moving.
A strange 'whoosh' sound filled the abandoned shop, and movement seemed to return to the short woman. She resumed breathing, and her hands automatically wrapped around the box, clutching it to her chest. Her eyes, a mismatched red and green, were oddly dull-looking, lacking the usual sparkle of life.
Not saying a word, and still clutching the box, the odd woman made her way out of the store, and out of Triangle Tunnel.
She had something to do, now, and a destination.
She stopped mid-step as she glanced someone's shop, a store that intrigued her for no real reason. It was plain, without decoration... A sign that simply said 'Borkue's'. Deciding to peek in, the woman stepped lightly over, opening the door and made her way inside. The inside was as plain as the outside, stocks of generic products littered around the store. Seeing as she was bored, though, she found no problem in browsing even a dusty, plain store like this. As she browsed deeper into the store, something caughter her eye.
It was a box.
A box, roughly half a foot in size, colored deep teal, accented with pink-jewels hammered and spread around it, making a pattern that vaguely resembled a sunset ocean, but only vaguely. Curious, she stepped towards it, cautiously but steadily. For some reason, she felt like she was drawn to it; as if her body desired to envelop it and keep it safe inside. Pondering these strange desires [perhaps she wanted a baby], she finally reached the box, her hands hesitant. For the first time, she noticed a crank protruding from one side of the box. Wondering what it was for, the woman opened the box. Immediately, she felt a strange sort of wind. It wasn't actually wind, however... it was more.. A disturbance.
In the force?
I think not.
The disturbance passed through her, leaving her with a vaguely queasy feeling, but she looked once more at the box. She had covered her face with an arm when the disturbance occured.
The inside of the box seemed to be covered with a felt-like material, pleasant to touch, but oddly causing her to shiver as her hands brushed along the edges. In the middle, on a golden stand, was a gold Doll, eerily familiar yet disturbingly strange at the same time. Shaking slightly, the much too curious woman reached out with one fragile, fake looking hand and touched the crank. A bolt of what felt like electricity seemed to shoot through her. She doubted herself, wondering if turning the crank was truthfully neccessary to her.
But, she was curious.
Her fingers softly gripped the end, and pushed it in a circle. A creaking sound was heard within the box. Happy that nothing catastrophic had occured, she turned it again, and again, and again, until it would turn no more.
Still hesitant, the woman released the handle, and the cluttered shop was filled with a clear ringing sound. The easily recognizable 'Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring' played as she stared, transfixed at the slowly revolving doll. Slowly, she felt her energy seep away, starting at the fingers touching the box and then the draining spreading to the rest of her body. She breathed in a deep, shuddering breath, and then she ceased moving.
----
It was dark, too dark.
She was scared.
"Where am I?"
The phrase echoed, the voice not her own, the words holding no accent whatsoever.
A sudden screaming sound erupted, shaking the darkness, threating her life, ending everything..
----
It was dark, too dark.
She was scared.
"Where am I?"
The phrase echoed, the voice not her own, the words holding no accent whatsoever.
A sudden screaming sound erupted, shaking the darkness, threating her life, ending everything..
----
A strange 'whoosh' sound filled the abandoned shop, and movement seemed to return to the short woman. She resumed breathing, and her hands automatically wrapped around the box, clutching it to her chest. Her eyes, a mismatched red and green, were oddly dull-looking, lacking the usual sparkle of life.
Not saying a word, and still clutching the box, the odd woman made her way out of the store, and out of Triangle Tunnel.
She had something to do, now, and a destination.