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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Nov 7, 2011 16:16:35 GMT -6
~LU~
I came to some undiscernable time later. It was dark all around, and a strangely familiar acrid smell filled the air. My senses and even my thoughts felt vague and slightly disconnected, like a dream. A heaviness was pushing on me. I wasn't sure of anything. I couldn't remember where I had been or what had happened. It even took me a moment to remember who I was. I tried to scream but nothing came out.
"Hello?" I shouted, but even that felt muffled and detached. It was getting difficult to breathe. I tried to struggle against the heaviness, but it didn't give and i discovered that I really couldn't move. This was not good. I realized that that was the first rational thought I had had. But it wasn't doing me much good.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Nov 8, 2011 19:14:34 GMT -6
All of a sudden, the pressure and the darkness lifted. I gasped for air and it felt like something rushed out of me. My mind was unclouded, but thoughts were slow to come for a moment. I looked around. The lighting was bad even without the shroud of darkness. I was on a metal floor that seemed to extend on indeterminately in all directions. I noticed a tall shadow moving slowly towards me. As it got closer, I recognized it as a man.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Nov 8, 2011 20:21:27 GMT -6
He approached me and looked down. "Well, what do we have here?" he asked in a surprisingly pleasant voice. I looked up. He was surprisingly handsome, with an easygoing manner that made him hard to distrust. Still, the last ounce of premonition I possessed told me not to reveal who I was. To anyone. I looked up at him beeseechingly, playing dumb.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Nov 9, 2011 19:51:41 GMT -6
He laughed carelessly. "There's no point trying that with me; you're a clever one I can tell. You put up quite a fight; my smoke was intrigued by you."
I looked up at him and sighed.
"So I'll ask again - what's your name?"
"Eve," I muttered, producing the first name I could think of. "Eve Wilson."
"A daughter of Eve named Eve? How very...intriguing..." I looked up at him, trying to read his face and see if he saw through my lie. His countenance provided no evidence either way.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Nov 9, 2011 21:16:38 GMT -6
I looked at him in a way I hoped was defiant.
"Well come on, little Eve, it's time to meet her majesty." he smiled humorlessly and offered me a hand to stand. I pointedly ignored it and stood, embarrassingly wobbling a bit but just fine after gaining my balance. He chuckled and grabbed my arms, pulling them behind my back, prisoner-style, and marching me off down a tunnel that seemed to have materialized in the midst of the endless gray room.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Nov 9, 2011 21:37:46 GMT -6
It was only as he slowed down to indicate we had reached our destination that I noticed my wrists - which I had assumed were still being held by the man - were now tightly bound with rope. But I didn't have time to dwell on my discovery; the man opened a door I hadnt even noticed was there and pushed me in, grinning savagely and locking the door. I had long since given up on screaming, but as his hauntingly contorted face disappeared, I was enveloped in a most terrifying blackness.
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Post by Liln Wilson on Nov 9, 2011 22:51:23 GMT -6
-EED- (yeah I'm that lazy)
She could see the terrified girl, shivering in her cell. Whether she knew that she was shivering or not was none of the Empress's buisness nor did she care to make it her buisness. But she needed answers, she needed weaknesses. Anything she could get out of this pathetic little excuse of a queen about the other rulers of Narnia would be helpful. She laughed at the pathetic girl. Using a fake name, who does she think I am, the Empress thought. No, she would have to do much better than that.
"My dear Queen Lucy," she crooned, "I've seen your secrets, I've been inside your mind, I've been inside your soul. There isn't anything that you can hide from me and there isn't anything you want to hide from me. I'm really just an extension of you. We're both experiencing the same pain, I know how you feel. Tell me everything. Tell me everyting that you could never tell to your tratorous, backstabbing friends. Tell me everything Little Lu..." she finished in a voice that sounded startlingly similar to Peter's.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Nov 9, 2011 22:54:52 GMT -6
I was absolutely terrified, but Peter's voice made me want to cry. "No," I hissed.
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Post by Liln Wilson on Nov 9, 2011 22:58:09 GMT -6
-EED-
She squeezed her hand into a fist and pounded it on the arm of her thrown in momentary frusteration. Her frusteration caused the darkness that covered Lucy to become heavier and even more sufficating.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Nov 9, 2011 23:02:43 GMT -6
I closed my eyes, defiantly convincing myself that if I created the darkness myself it would be less frightening. It worked for awhile, but I slowly became aware that it was getting gradually more difficult to breathe.
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Post by Liln Wilson on Nov 9, 2011 23:06:42 GMT -6
-EED-
She stared at the girl, becoming irritated. She flicked her hand and watched as the air in the girl's cell made the same movement, throwing her agaisnt the wall.
She looked over at the Count, who had just entered the chamber. "I want you to set the smoke on the others. The weakest of the bunch, I really have no preference," she finished and dismissed him with a wave of her hand.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Nov 9, 2011 23:13:37 GMT -6
~LU~
I felt a strange flying sensation and then absolutely nothing.
~Count Dude~
He did as he was told, conjuring the smoke and relaying the instrructions. Then, he tended to the girl.
He walked into the room and picked up the unconscious girl. He had to admit, he was impressed - she had lasted longer than he had predicted. He carried her down into the dungeons, noticing that all the cells were occupied. He grunted and literally threw her into the only other cell with a human occupant - out of the goodness of his heart, of course.
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Post by Liln Wilson on Nov 10, 2011 15:39:55 GMT -6
-Caine-
He looked up, startled. He was't used to antone coming down here, usually he was just summoned. He watched the Count toss the girl into the cell and then waited until he was far enough away. He crawled over to her body, feeling for a pulse. Asuring himself that he was still alive, he gently picked her up and moved her over to his own bed, artfully made out of straw.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Nov 10, 2011 16:03:28 GMT -6
~LU~
It was one of those dreams where you can tell - even as it's happening - that it's a dream, but there's nothing you can do to get out of it and even if you could you wouldn't want to. I was relieving that first moment of pure joy when we had returned; Lil and Peter were in heaven, Cam was blissful and even Ed was decidedly cheerful. In that moment, it seemed that nothing would be able to break that happiness. Subconsciously I knew even as I dreamed that it was just a fantasy, but I never wanted to wake up. It faded into a wide open field of daisies; we were all running through and laughing and flowers were braided in the girls' hair and Peter and Edmund looked as they had in their very prime; Peter still with Aslan's glow and Ed with his handsome smile that very rarely graced his face. It was all too perfect to be true, of course, but unbeknownst to me the dream was a positive thing - the more good feelings, the better.
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Post by Liln Wilson on Nov 10, 2011 17:57:44 GMT -6
-Caine-
He brushed her hair back from her face and noticed a bleeding wound covered by her hair. He took his shirt off and gently pressed it to the wound, hoping he would stop the bleeding so it didn't leave any damage. He shivered, the cell had always been cold but it seemed to be 20 degreees cooler without a shirt.
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