Ashley Knowlton (![]() ![]() @ 2012-07-28 00:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, {ashley knowlton |
Train wasn't boat
Characters: Ashley, open
When: way late Friday night / way early Saturday morning
Location: corridors of the back sleepers, heading forward
Warnings/Rating: none anticipated
Summary: Ash arrives
Status: Open, ongoing
She'd still been laughing from Fletcher's after-dinner conversation when she made her way back to her bunk. She intended to change into something else, head down to check on the horses, and then maybe see if she could find some reason to head up to the bridge to pester Richard. She was generally pretty good at fabricating reasons, and lately, she'd started leaving things there so she'd have a reason to stop in. Not that she needed one, but her crush on Richard was ... well, ridiculous, and it made it hard for her to just go talk to him if she didn't have some sort of contrived reason to invade wherever it was he was. The laughter, however, died on her lips as the room she entered wasn't her bunk at all. Ashley turned to look behind herself at what should have been the narrow, sliding metal door. What she saw was a wooden door. Flimsy, compared to the ones on the ship, and ... well, old-fashioned. Something that would be out on the border moons or something -- and nothing that would be on the ship. Worry briefly clouded her grey-blue eyes before she turned a slow circle. How, exactly, did a person wind up somewhere unfamiliar when they were passing through a door they'd entered hundreds of times before? Spying two devices on the dresser, Ashley picked one up. She listened to the conversation that played, thumping it on the side when there was no picture to go along with the audio. There was, however, something written. As she read the note, she wondered if she'd maybe fallen into her bunk and hit her head. She'd had some warped dreams before, but this one was taking the cake. She knew it couldn't be a dream though. Somehow, she was on a runaway train. Setting the device aside, she checked herself to make sure all her weapons were still firmly in place and accounted for. Since they were, she reasoned the only thing to do was explore and find someone who could help her out. As she stepped into the hallway, she did glance back at her door so she'd know which one it was when she came back later. Her brows elevated as she saw not only the number on the door, but her own name. Well, she guessed that eliminated the trouble of finding it later, didn't it? Dropping a hand to her left hip, she loosened the strap holding her gun in place. Always a fan of the cross-body draw, she'd lead with her strong hand if she had to draw. She just hoped it didn't come to that. With her eyes wide and senses alert, Ashley began a slow exploration of the corridor of the train, listening for anyone that might sound ... helpful. |