Re: The Side of the Dance Floor [Juliet]
There was something eerily familiar about this whole scene, sans the numerous people around her, creating waves of motion to block her path as she tried to escape. Though it was Nathaniel's voice, it was not he who she was recognizing - no, it was like something from a dream, set a long time ago. In the dreams where she was drowning, there was always a voice, a voice that was comforting and helpful, trying to speed the passage that she had brought on herself. Juliet purposefully shoved another couple aside, her foot bending as a heel slipped, nearly sending her flying into the people to her left. Whatever the shadow was, it would envelope her, take her somewhere. All she wanted at that moment was to breathe.
But it wrapped around her, fused itself with her, and somehow that was the most natural feeling - the fear still reigned. She knew that the shadow was tied with the end, with darkness, with death. That when it embraced her in the water, she knew she was being suffocated for a quicker, more painless demise, and that caused her panic to ratchet up, to explode exponentially. Juliet pushed her way through the throng, heading in the direction of what she hoped was the exit. Perhaps it was not she who was drowning, but all these people around her, sucking the air from her very lungs, drowning her in a space-like atmosphere devoid of oxygen. Something tugged at her little red cap's cape, and her fingers descended quickly from her throat, untying the strings and losing part of the outfit to wherever it fell.
Briefly she wondered where Nathaniel had gone, what had happened to him, if he needed her help - but then the need to allow her lungs their function took over her mind once more and she shoved forward, doing her best to scramble toward the door through which they'd entered not too long ago.