Sam Mortis puts bravery before intelligence (paintthefuture) wrote in dis_ducibus, @ 2010-06-25 12:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !finished, 2010/06/06, sam, ~solo |
Who: Samantha Mortis
Where: Her apartment.
When: Late morning, June 6th.
What: Realizing that, WTF, she's glowing gold.
Sam wasn’t one for panicking. But when she stood in front of the mirror, looking at her reflection, she couldn’t help but notice a very visible golden glow coming from her. And if that wasn’t cause for alarm, she didn’t know what was. She looked herself over again, her head shaking in amazement as she brought her hand up to the mirror, running her fingers along the glass, wondering if it was just a stain or something. It wasn’t.
Her heart thumped in her chest. As if it wasn’t bad enough that the wings had grown so that they reached to her elbows now, she was freaking glowing? Bringing her hand up to touch the glow that radiated from her arm, she felt her breath catch when the glow from her hand only made it multiply by about two. Shaking her head, she wondered if this was another part of whatever weird changes were happening. As if wings weren’t enough.
At least she hadn’t had another one of those weird memory flashes recently. Okay, that was a lie. She’d had a couple. Not enough to make any sense of or anything – they were of people she didn’t know in places she didn’t recognize – but they were still annoyingly present and beginning to scare her. She wouldn’t really worry until she started to see people she knew.
Oh God, she hoped she didn’t. Strangers were one thing. People she knew? Well, she’d already seen her parents, but she hadn’t been able to do anything about that because her dad was almost as incommunicado as a political figure when they were needed. Or something equally witty.
She shook her head and smoothed a hand through her hair, trying to ignore the glow (even if it was really hard not to focus on), turning her attention instead to the choices of what she could wear that day. They were suddenly very limited, since the wings had grown exponentially. Moving them, just to be sure she could, she watched them wiggle a little bit and chewed on her lip. This was freaky. She felt like since the meteor crashed, she’d stepped into some really poorly written science fiction movie. Her life was becoming a box office flop. Well isn’t that just perfect, she asked herself in annoyance as she stepped away from the mirror and pulled on one of her halter-dresses, supposing that it would have to do for the day. Glowing, winged and just weird. Yeah, that’s you, Sam.
She winced as the dress compressed her wings a little bit and heaved a sigh as she glanced at herself in the mirror again, spotting Sheriff, who was watching her with his head cocked to the side. “I think I’d rather blend in than stand out this much, buddy,” she told her dog with a sigh.