hunter_anita (hunter_anita) wrote in mundus_district, @ 2008-09-18 22:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | anita blake, kristen moon |
Who: Anita Blake and any one else in Oriens 101
What: Venturing out of the room
When: Evening
Where: Oriens 101
Rating: PG to PG-13 (for the moment)
There is a point where you have been through so much shit that even nightmares have a hard time shaking you. Anita wasn't quite to that point yet, but she could feel herself getting closer to it every year. She'd seen things that would turn anyone without a good grasp insane. Sometimes she wondered if she'd fall into that pit. Insanity. She knew she hadn't yet, but sometimes she wondered. Though she had nightmares that shook her from time to time, she wasn't afraid to sleep... wasn't afraid to dream.
The dream she was having now seemed like one she'd had before, but couldn't remember when. She had a dream that she floating in darkness. It was almost like she was buoyant in the nothingness of space. She was, then she was not. ...Life is but a dream. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jean-Claude. He was calling to her. His mouth moved. She could see his lips form her name, but no sound came out. One of his pale hands reached out for her tried to pull her back, but it was like trying to grab the wind. She reached out for him and her hand passed through his like smoke. She opened her mouth and screamed.
Her dark eyes jolted open in the darkness. Breathing heavily she mentally repeated to herself 'It was only a dream...it was only a dream.' Her skin was covered in clammy sweat. You only wake up like that when you've been really sick or had a really nasty dream. She was glad that she wasn't ill or hurt. Turning over she fumbled to turn on a light. Nothing was where it should have been. She finally found a lamp and switched it on. The room was strange. Not her own. It was a room she was almost positive she'd never seen before. Her eyes traveled along the bed frame. Her Browning 9mm was hanging there in the holster. They looked down. Sigmund lay on the floor. She hadn't been sleeping with him had she? Scooping the stuffed penguin up she hugged him tight.
It was a long while before she moved from the spot on the bed. Part of it, she had to admit, was out of fear. But mostly, she knew that it wasn't good to rush into situations you knew nothing about. She sat with her eyes clothed and her ears open. She listened for anything. The dull mummer of voices or maybe the sound of someone shuffling around. She could hear some out there. Taking in a deep breath she let it out slowly. Opening her eyes she set Sigmund off to the side. Getting up slowly, she tried to be as quiet as possible.
She was still dressed in an over large tee-shirt with only panties underneath. It didn't matter. What really mattered was getting out of this Alive. With that in mind she slipped her 9mm out of the holster and held it pointed down. Her finger was not on the trigger. That was a good way to shoot when you didn't mean, too. After all, she didn't know that things were going to go to hell or not, but it really was better to be safe than sorry. As quietly as she cold she moved across the room to slowly open the door...