mywildheart (mywildheart) wrote in payline, @ 2013-12-03 09:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, misty day (canon), severus snape (canon) |
Who: Misty Day (canon) and OTA Severus Snape (Canon)
When: Tuesday, early afternoon
Where: Mandalay Lobby
Rating: TBD, probably low
Warnings: TBD, none yet
Summary: Misty arrives at the hotel.
Status: Open, Complete
Misty stood looking up at the massive hotel. It was, without exception, the largest building she’d ever seen. And she hated it. She hated everything about it from the unnaturally straight lines to the way it jutted out of the desert like a massive bone breaking through the skin of the world. Everything about this place was lifeless. No trees, no water, not even any animals that she could see. It wasn’t so much that the place was dead. Dead she was used to. Death was only a stage of life, after all, and end connected to a beginning. Trees fell and rotted, creating homes for moss, fungus, insects, rodents...a whole host of life out of one small death. But this place was nothing, neither alive nor dead, just metal and dust. Hot wind that carried no moisture. Pointlessness, and the very example of human waste. Her lips curled back over her teeth in disgust at the whole environment.
And yet still she stepped forward. What choice did she have, after all? She’d been called by a power that was much stronger than her own. Strong enough to pull her from her bed and drop her here, in this wasteland. There was a reason for it, even if she didn’t know it, even if she never found out what it was. If this was where the world wanted her to be, then this was where she would be, and her purpose there would make itself known eventually. Perhaps this was where she was meant to belong, though she had doubts. Severe doubts. She couldn’t see herself belonging in a place so cut off. Landing here, she felt like a seed set adrift. How could she take root in a place like this, with no water to nurture her, no soft earth to help her grow? How could she find her tribe, find the people who would make her whole, in a place like this?
Stepping into the hotel itself felt just as unnatural, but at least she was no longer alone. There were people, staff from the looks of them, all around and she stepped up to one eagerly, her mouth open to greet them, but no sound came out. The person didn’t look up to speak to her. Didn’t greet her in any way. Offered no acknowledgement that she was even there. The woman simply went about her business as though Misty weren’t standing right in front of her. She moved to the bellstand, but the bellman reacted the same. Or rather, they didn’t react at all. Misty recoiled in horror. What were these people? The very wrongness of everything that she was seeing clawed at her. She wanted to go home. She wanted to wake up and forget whatever this horrible dream was. Turning, she fled blindly through the lobby, not sure where she was going, just knowing she wanted to be far away from these people, these things that felt alive, and yet did not react. Did not exist. They walked, they breathed, she was sure if she pressed her head to their chests she would hear their hearts beating. And yet they were nothing. Nonentities to her, and they terrified her.