RP: A real bed ...? Characters: Swan Time/Date: Late morning, July 10 Location: Her room to the lobby to the outside if she's uninterrupted Warnings/Rating: None Summary: Swan arrives Status: Closed
Swan woke up slowly, and immediately went stiff as she sensed the things that were wrong. She wasn't where she'd fallen asleep. The room felt different, smelled greener. But most importantly ... Robin's arms weren't around her as they had been every morning since they'd started out on their quest to rebuild the world.
One field at a time
Slowly, Swan opened her blue eyes and sat up. This was definitely not where she'd fallen asleep. It had been a bed, yes, but it had been one with thin, threadbare sheets and no pillows and a hard mattress. This mattress was soft and deep, the sheets were new, and the pair of pillows were very fluffy. As her senses flooded back - her mind felt strangely muzzy, and it was difficult to line up her thoughts properly - she felt a wave of panic surge over her. The glass ring!
She scrambled around, patting the bed and knocking things off the nightstand until her fingers struck the battered leather satchel, weighted with the presence of the ring. A sob caught in her throat as she clutched it against her chest, and she opened up the bag to peer inside, to ensure the ring was there. She drew it out, and only after the colors pulsed through it in response to her beating heart did she even begin to relax.
While cleaning up the things she'd spilled from the nightstand, she saw the note. Kidnapped. Well, she was no stranger to that, but ... who would save her this time? Josh was heading back to Mary's Rest, Sister was dead. Where was Robin? Was he here, somewhere? Was this the doing of the man with the scarlet eye?
But no. This didn't feel like his work. He'd been ... defeated. Beaten down. Surely he wasn't ready to try his hand at her again. Swan rubbed her eyes before she began a slow exploration of her room while she thought.
A shower later, dressed in jeans, a tee-shirt, and light shoes she'd found in the closet, Swan headed hesitantly out of her room. She'd been in a hotel only once before, when she was younger. Before the world died around her. She recognized it though, and she continued her slow exploration, one hand resting on the leather satchel hung over her shoulder. If nothing else, she had to keep the ring safe. It had saved her and guided her, and she needed it.
When she reached the lobby area, she hesitated slightly. She heard sounds ... sounds she hadn't heard in eight years. A television. While she was fascinated by the idea of seeing TV again, she wasn't quite up for intruding on anyone else just yet. So she bypassed that area slowly as she made her way to the front door of the hotel.
Stepping out onto the steps, she tilted her head as she surveyed the land. It wasn't so very different from the placed she'd just left, so she had no reason to believe she was anywhere else. Dead land that needed to be awakened ... and she thought she'd get to that in just a moment. While she tried to sort everything out in her head, she stood at the top of the steps, clutching the satchel.