Amelia Rembrandt (the_girl) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-01-23 16:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, !plot, the girl |
Who: Amelia "The Girl"
Where: C-Block (Broadway (over cut-off)) - Upper tier (central)(for her part)
What: Time to read the keys out of the story.
When: Wednesday
Rating: Low
Open: Yes, multiple threads welcome
Status: ongoing or narrative.
Amelia had enough. The lockdown had been the last straw. But she had bided her time for a few days to see if anyone else from the outside was going to come in and rescue them all. When they hadn't come in, just yet, her empty tummy and dirty dress and filthy hair was telling her it was time. Time to act, not time to wait. She had noticed the piece of paper a week ago. But the reason she hadn't read it then was because He expected her too. He wanted to find her, and she didn't know why. But she couldn't be afraid anymore. It was time to be brave for the people she'd brought here. Brave like the ones that tried to save them. So Amelia picked up the paper off of the table, and sat down on the bed to read it out loud. "Hugo opened his eyes. Another day in prison. Everyday the same routine, the same boredom, the same agony. At least, that was how it had been every other day before. But not today. Today it would be different. That was something Hugo would soon find out. In fact, he had this gleeful realisation ten minutes after breakfast. That was the moment he spotted the key to the prison cells lying on his bed. It wasn’t spectacular, in fact it was of such common nature that it was only spectacularly boring. But what it meant was something so beautiful that he could weep. Something you only appreciated once you’ve lost it: freedom. Hugo did not hesitate. He didn’t even blink before he grabbed the key, felt its smooth, metal surface and placed it in the lock. It clicked as he turned the key. Freedom. It was his. But freedom wasn't just for him. It was for everybody. The moment Hugo turned the key to his cell, all the doors swung open with a loud clang! Every door, every window to the outside open, to let the people free. Free to take wing!" She'd added her own little bit to the story. Simply imagining the words on the paper. Sometimes it was good to be a kid. Especially when her cell door swung open with a clang. The only downfall was now she had teeny wings on her back. "Oops. I probably shouldn't have added the 'take wing' part." She murmured to herself. Sometimes her imagination just got a little to literal. Still, she didn't hesitate. Beckoning Bethany to follow. (Ooc: You can still play in the other threads, make your own, or do some shouting, just back date it to before this thread! You're also welcome to tag to this thread with your characters own responses. XD If you want them to have wings, they can, but they'll only last for a short time (I'll let you decide how long that is. An hour, a day, two days, but no longer than a week.) If they can figure out how to fly they can use them to fly, but even little birds and baby animals take time to learn that trick. So keep that in mind. And anyone that was in the jail is welcome to be winged. Not just the people that were tossed into cells.) |