Dawn Richards (wings_of_fire) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2014-07-01 11:32:00 |
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The first thought April had upon waking up and realizing she had no wings was that she might not make it if she had to regrow them again. She thought she'd been lucky the first time -- very lucky. If there was a second time, was her luck going to hold out? Other thoughts started to trickle in after that. Like how the room was wrong again. Hadn't they just rearranged things, and they were doing it again? The other bed was now in the same room. Lynx was curled up on it, sleep-purring. It made her wonder where Eli was, or if both rooms randomly had two beds. It reminded her of a hotel, really. It was about then that other sounds started to trickle in, and she frowned slightly. It sounded like traffic. Horns. Sirens? Easing out of bed, wobbling slightly as she tried to find her balance without her wings, April made her way to one of the windows and pushed aside the curtains. Funny, but it looked an awful lot like a city outside. Like the city her apartment was in. She even saw the park she could see from her porch. It was the wrong angle, but after thinking about it she realized where she must be. Or where they wanted her to think she was. A curious frown tugged her lips as she looked around. Spying the TV remote, she turned it on and channel surfed until an announcer's headline caught her attention. Reality Dome scam. She gazed at the images on the screen, listening to the announcer detail how several people had been kidnapped under false pretenses, how the legalities of a contract were gumming up the situation. How there was a count of murder included in the charges against the so-called producers. She felt a chill race through her as they showed a shot of the informant, now in protective custody awaiting trial. She recognized the woman. She'd been in there with them, just after Cole had been killed. April thought she might be a little ill, and she turned away from the TV. Spying her belongings, she moved to rifle through the items there. She came across an unfamiliar folder and opened it up to spy a check inside, as well as a list of names and numbers. Her phone, she saw, was buried in the bag as well, and she was just going to pretend that wasn't creepy at all. But she'd had it with her when she'd checked in all those months ago; she just hadn't thought to wonder where it had gotten to. With an ear still on the TV, April found Jaime's number in the list but when she dialed it, it went right to voicemail. Maybe she wasn't up yet, or hadn't turned it on. If she was in another timezone, it might be too early for the drugs to have worn off for her. Either way, she left her a message. "Hey, Jaime, it's April. Wanted to make sure you were out, too. Give me a call when you get up, and if Mike's with you tell him hi for me. I guess ... if I don't hear back from you, it was nice to have met you. Hopefully I'll see you again though." She paused, biting her lower lip. "So ... bye, I guess." Lowering the phone, she ended the call and looked around the room. She wondered then if there was going to be more to this. People wanting interviews. Talkshow appearances. Investigations, what really happened. For a moment, she considered the idea of it. The idea of getting up on one of those talk shows, telling the world about what really went on in there, and she decided not. What had gone on inside the dome was theirs and theirs alone. No one who hadn't lived it would understand it, would be able to feel the real impact of it. No one who hadn't stood with her while she burned Cole's body would be able to relate. And she didn't care. She wasn't interested in trying to make them understand. The authorities, sure. If a cop came around and wanted a statement, she'd be forthright and thorough. But she wasn't going to turn what had gone on inside into a circus for the public. The others could, if they wanted, but she wasn't going to. Perching on the edge of one of the beds, April looked at the list of numbers again and dialed Eli's. If he wasn't up, she'd leave him a message. If he was, she'd find out where in the world he was ... and go there. Something good had come out of all of this, at least, and she smiled as she listened to the phone ring. |