Lisa Blankenship (karanissa) wrote in oblivionrp, @ 2009-05-07 03:23:00 |
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Current mood: | scared |
Entry tags: | lisa |
Alone
Who: Lisa (Karen)
When: Sometime in the morning
Where: Chelsea's room
(NSFW)
Karen looked at Lisa's sneering face through the curved glass. She beat on the glass with both fists, but to no avail. "Lisa, please, don't do this! Let me out!" she pleaded. Lisa just laughed at her protestations. Bitch. Karen was naked and on her knees, trapped inside the bottom globe of an enormous hourglass, and time was running out. The bottom globe was quickly filling up, not with sand, but with blood. It ran unceasingly from the tiny opening above her head, flowing through her hair, over her face, down her neck and back, and dripping from her breasts, flooding the bottom globe ever so slowly. Karen couldn't avoid the flow of blood; there just wasn't enough room in the globe. She couldn't stand, or even straighten her legs, so she just knelt there helplessly and pleaded, for all the good it did. The blood level continued to rise; it was almost up to her breasts now, and the coppery smell of it permeated her nostrils. Soon it would fill the globe and snuff her life out.
Karen awoke with a sudden jolt of movement, knocking aside a piece of paper in the process. It took a few seconds for her to realize where she was: Chelsea's room, on the sofa. She was drenched with sweat. Lisa was gone, as were the hourglass and the blood, although for some reason the coppery smell of blood remained. And those damned sirens were back, the ones nobody else heard. They sounded a little closer today, a little louder. Karen tried to ignore them. No, not Karen...Lisa. Time to put the mask back on, she thought glumly. For how much longer?
Rising up on one elbow, Lisa looked around. Chelsea wasn't in her bed. In fact, Chelsea was nowhere to be seen. Panicked, she heaved herself up off the sofa, looking around desperately. Oh please God, don't let her have disappeared! ran through her mind. She ran to the bathroom...nothing. To the balcony door...no luck there either. No, no, this can't be happening! she thought, trying to figure out what to do. She picked up the phone and tried calling Sean's room. No answer. She hadn't thought there would be, really; Sean would have been up and out of his room by this time. What to do, what to do? Chelsea had been there when Micah had checked on them, and was still there when a man she didn't know walking a huge dog had knocked on the door earlier that morning, doing the door-to-door check that Sean had set up. Lisa had gone back to sleep after they left, but she was pretty sure that had only been a couple of hours ago. Sometime between then and now, Chelsea had vanished. Even the wheelchair was gone.
That was when she spotted a piece of paper lying on the floor near the sofa. Where had that come from? Picking it up, she discovered it was a note. Written in large letters on the side that had been face down was this message:
hey lise -
went to go work on my pasty-ass skin on the sun deck
come get me if the world ends
chels
Lisa collapsed to the floor and sobbed in relief. Chelsea was OK after all. She had gone off on her own, just as she had gone off to the strip poker party on her own the previous evening. She really shouldn't be doing that, not after Sean had set up this "buddy system". Lisa wondered briefly if Chelsea was getting tired of having her around. Probably; Chelsea would probably like to have her privacy back; possibly she would like to be able to bring a date back here for an intimate session without having to worry about Lisa being there. Besides, Chelsea was as capable now as she had been when she boarded the ship, thanks to her miraculous healing... Wait, was I running around the room a while ago without my crutches? She flexed her right ankle. No pain, no swelling; apparently she'd had a miracle of her own overnight. Perhaps that was all the more reason to move back to her own room and let Chelsea have this one back.
Lisa stood up unsteadily; her knees were still wobbly from the scare she'd gotten. She walked to the bathroom and, after removing the oversized T shirt and panties she'd slept in, took a quick shower, then got dressed. She would go to the med station and give blood like that one lady had suggested on the journal system, and then she would try to decide what to do with the rest of her day. She was considering taking an action that could have a profound effect on the rest of her life, but she didn't know if she had the courage. What she was planning might be the most difficult thing she'd done in her life, and it was bound to occupy her thoughts for most of the day. She checked the journal system one last time to make sure the lady in the medical station hadn't canceled the blood drive. There was nothing new there since last night, so she gathered up her dirty clothes to take back to her own room and headed out the door.
A couple of minutes later, a message from the lady in the medical station entitled "Urgent" hit the journal system.