darkmayfair (darkmayfair) wrote in realitycrash, @ 2012-01-02 21:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !arrival, !incomplete, !open, marguerite mayfair, wolverine |
Who: Marguerite and Open
When: Monday Night
Where: The room she woke up in and then wandering into the Resurrection Cemetery
What: Arrival
Open?: Yes
Rating: TBD
Marguerite sat straight up in bed. Her head was swimming and there was a dull pounding behind her eyes. She put her hands to her temples and rubbed them trying to relieve the pain. As her mind began to clear she became aware that she was not in her own room. Looking around her in the dim light cast by the lamps she realized that she wasn't sure exactly where she was. Everything looked strange to her. From the walls to the bed she was sitting on everything was different. She cleared her throat and called out "Julien?, Remy?" But there was no reply. A touch of panic began to hit her. If she'd been separated from her children she needed to know where she was and how she got there. Swinging her legs over the bed and rising to her feet she made for the door of the room. Still clad in the french style dress she'd been wearing when she'd been back in the First Street house, she swung the door open and entered into the hallway. Bombarded by unfamiliar sights Marguerite's confusion grew. "Hello." She called out down the hallway. Again there was no reply. Gathering her courage she walked down the hallway to a set of french style double doors and flung them open.
Stepping out into the night air she walked out onto the street. She nearly cried out in shock when a large beast on four wheels with two burning lights at the front, whizzed past her. What in the name of god was going on. The street lamps didn't look right to her, the building she'd exited looked wrong as well. And the chill in the air told her she was no longer in Louisiana. "C’est le bordel" (This is a mess), she said to herself. Uncertain where to go or what to do she decided the only recourse was to try and find someone to talk to. Perhaps they could tell her what was going on. She walked down the cold lonely streets for a least an hour before she managed to loose track of time. Fortunately the cold wasn't bothering her too much, she'd been conditioned to handle extreme situations. As she approached a rod iron gate she read a plaque posted on it. Resurrection Cemetery stared back at her from the engraved stone. How appropriate she thought to herself. After all for a woman obsessed with death and the occult, what better place to end up. It was then that something else occurred to her. She had not seen any sign of Lasher. She looked all around her for any indication that Lasher was near her. She mentally called to him, asking him to show himself, but still there was nothing. She didn't have time to contemplate her predicament further because there was the sudden sound of foot steps behind her.