Julia Denning (mommyluvsu) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2013-09-06 23:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~julia denning, ~stefan salvatore |
Who: Julia Denning & Stefan Salvatore
What: First time in the Carnival
When: Today
Where: Carnival grounds
Warnings: TBA if necessary
Status: Complete
A shaky breath breaking from her lips Julia squinted her eyes, a blinding white bleeding across her vision as she took her first tentative step on true ground. A loose layer of dust kicking up over the compact dirt to tint the black shine on her new lace up heels. New to her at least along with everything thing else she was wearing. Remembering those first disorienting moments where people in clinical medical robes surrounded her. Pale hands fisting reflexively as her forearms tensed against the restraints. Feeling the hard stab of needles shifting under her skin, but not enough with itchy tape securing them down. The beeps and clicks of machines ready to pump sodium pentothal, pancuronium bromide and potassium chloride respectively into her veins at the warden’s signal The racing rhythm of her heartbeat the only thing she could hear as all the feared she’d bottled up inside spilled in two pale, translucent lines across her face as she closed her eyes. Waiting for the words that would keep her secrets safe and end her life. All she got instead was a great fall.
Not the fast kind, but one she barely noticed. Her mind so steadily focused on nothing that it was hard to tell the change in gravity from the rush of blood in her ears. Thinking it was just plain unbridled fear that made her nauseous as she waited for what came next. Her arms barely giving it away when she thought she’d heard a sound, a voice. Making her flinch and then surprising her when they crossed over her chest. Dark lashes twitching as her body twisted before she landed with a hard thud on her side. Air knocked out of her as hazed eyes popped open. Seeing nothing at first until a voice pulled her into the direction of a fuzzy shape that cleared into slouched, casual lines and a crooked grin. The man offering her a hand before promptly shoving a pile of clothes in her trembling arms. Realizing only as he spoke that they were in some kind of travel car and wherever she had been it didn’t matter anymore. She was at the Carnaval de la Lumière now and if she didn’t wanna be know as the escaped prisoner she’d better change into these.
She had a couple of hours he said before the Management expected her to get work, her job now as a the honorary popcorn girl with her name on the medic list in case she was needed for emergencies. And before Julia could even ask how he knew that she had medical experience he was gone, lost in the crowd milling about the carnival. Her old clothes neatly folded and pressed tightly to her chest as her long hair curled into a soft tangle in the dry breeze. Face frozen as she stared out at something that looked like the opening scene of a dated movie and she knew then that it was true. She was in the 1930s, so far away from her loved ones and the crimes she’d committed. Alive but still alone and another silent tear painted its way down her cheek.