beyondsense (beyondsense) wrote in repose, @ 2016-04-05 19:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | *forum, *log, iris morgenstern, manning thorsen, sam martin |
[Sam A, Manning T]
[Iris wakes up in the middle of an orchard, cold, wearing a ridiculously oversized hoodie and men's basketball shorts - jacket gone, pants gone, nametag gone. And she remembers everything about the night before. Everything. The hunt, the mob, the man in the trailer, the laundromat, the flowers...
She's shivering and her wrist is on fire, swollen and throbbing. Palms and knees scraped, throat achey, and with a pounding headache. Which is not made any better by the fact that she curls in on herself more than a little shocky for... long minutes... and then starts to cry. Somehow she has her phone in the pocket of her hoodie (switching it over in the laundromat - was it a laundromat?) and she eventually fishes it out with her good hand. It's hard to manage it, but finally two messages:]
[Sam A]
Okay[...]?
[Manning T]
Going