Who: Roxy & OPEN When: Morning Where: Wheel 3, A street outside of the shops and medical unit What: Injured, and only just waking up from being thrown unconscious, Roxy arrives Rating: PG OPEN
Though her lids were closed everything was white and she saw orange and yellow twinkling stars within that whiteness behind her eyes. Her head was swimming with a dizziness she didn't know possible and raising a hand was futile as each joint in her body ached. Her head throbbed, no doubt having hit it at some point in her foggy recent memory. Everything was an absolute blur. One moment she was "having dinner" with her friend, albeit long-distance, and the next...
What happened?
Roxy managed to crack open one eye before cussing and closing it again, trying to cover her gaze with a hand she found caked with dried blood. Blood? Whose blood? She opened her eyes with all of the effort of lifting a yellow cab, it felt absolutely impossible, but once they were open it was hardly her eyes that became the problem. Why was there blood on her hand and how did she hit her head? Why was she laying on the floor in...
This wasn't HQ.
Heart lurching, Roxy put her hand on the ground and felt over it for the tell-tale carpet or hard wood of the mansion she had moved in to. Not even tile. This ground was unusual and it seemed to be made of metal? No. That wasn't right, it couldn't be right. Summoning up all of her energy with a deep breath that hurt every corner of her lungs, the Kingsman rolled onto her side to look around and gain her bearings. What she saw, however, was beyond comprehension. The ground was metal. The walls were metal. There were stores and shops she had never seen before. Not to mention signs and logos in languages she couldn't place with all of her knowledge and education.
Reaching out for her glasses, flung about three feet above her head, Roxy screamed as she just barely managed to grab the specks, pain and agony shooting up her leg and spine as an injury she retained finally took hold.