March 1st, 2008

[info]simplynothere in [info]trapped_inside

Waking up - Open to all players

A cool breeze blew over Patrick's face, causing him to scrunch head and become aware of his body once more. Moments ago it seemed he had been sitting at his desk, ignoring his work and now as Patrick opened his eyes he realized he had not fallen asleep at his desk. Not if his building had miraculously disappeared. The sky above him was cloudy with bits of blue peaking out as cold concrete pressed up against his back through his Valentino suit. My suit! How long had he been lying on the filthy ground?

The idea his appearance was less than perfect was more distressing then the fact that Patrick had no clue where he was to. In quick movements the young business man was on his feet and dusting himself off. "Do you have any idea how much this suit costs?" He muttered angrily to himself. Memories were starting to come back to him. Jean had been escorting men into his office, strangers clad in awful black suits. Patrick paused while brushing off his sleeve. "A needle", he muttered. The men in black had opened a case with red liquid filled needle and before Patrick could react to the strange scenario the men stuck him with the needle.

They were behind this, it was abundantly clear. Why they would have done this to him didn't cross his mind but Patrick was certain he was going to make them for the dry cleaning he would need. Then he noticed he wasn't alone. Another body laid on the ground, seemingly asleep. Patrick approached them carefully, absently noticing a scruff on his shoes before kicking the other person lightly.

"Wake up".

[info]out_by_sixteen in [info]trapped_inside

Waking up is so hard to do...

Brigitte woke up with a scream. Another nightmare, another dream about her sister Ginger that ended horribly. For a few seconds she just sat on the pavement screaming before she could finally calm the fuck down. Even then the world wasn't silent as Brigitte heard her own heart beat like thunder in her ears and her own raspy breathing. Calm down! It was just a dream! she ordered herself. The teenager longed to say that it wasn't real but she couldn't. She had dreamed about Ginger's death and as much as it pained her, Ginger's death was a solid fact in her life.

Just as the fact that Brigitte was no longer at Happier Times Clinic. Like a wave memories of being abducted flooded her brain and she shut her eyes in a futile attempt to stop them from coming. Men in black suits grabbing her, shoving a needle in her arm and her body growing limp. Her eyes scanned the city, her mouth dropped open in shock. What the fuck was this shit? Who had taken her and why had they brought her here of all places? It was like something you'd see in the movies, some sort of spy flick which had Brigitte wondering: Where those guys with the government? "Too weird", Brigitte murmured as she climbed to her feet.

Feeling as dazed as she was confused, Brigitte started walking around and looking up at the buildings around her. One was huge with a neatly manicured lawn and as Brigitte drew closer she saw the words Ash Valley Hospital on a near by sign. "Ash Valley?" the werewolf read out loud, her tone clearly confused.

She wasn't in Happier times anymore and Brigitte strongly suspected she wasn't near Winnipeg either or Bailey Downs.

Brigitte also realized she wasn't alone any more either.