|Darcy Rhone is a total MILF (total_milf) wrote in theletheproject,|
@ 2011-05-30 19:17:00
|Entry tags:||!active, darcy rhone, day 02, jack harkness, location: receiving room, open|
WHO: Darcy & OPEN
WHAT: Waking up here
WHEN: Day 2, morning
WHERE: Receiving room 9, then hallway
RATING: TBD but probably PG-13 or so
The inside of Darcy's eyelids burned bright red, waking her with what she thought was an unseasonably sunny morning in London. When she opened her eyes, though, the first thing she noticed was the bright, artificial light that made her squint heavily as she sat up, having to rock a bit to gain her momentum. The next thing she noticed was the dank smell that was decidely not that of Ethan's flat in London. Finally, she registered that she was no longer wearing her own clothes, but a hospital gown and she was on a cold metal gurney. Her heart raced and her breath went ragged and shallow as she carefully climbed off the gurney and took in her new surroundings. For the first time in decades, Darcy felt genuinely terrified.
Trembling, she moved across the room to the row of lockers and noticed her name on one of them, a dingy, yellowing envelope on top. With shaking hands, Darcy opened it and pulled out the letter printed on old-school printer paper — the kind that still had the perforated edges with the multi-holed tabs on either side — and she carefully read the note.
"Oh no, no, no..." she whispered to herself. Looking up and around for a security camera and unable to find one, Darcy began to speak aloud to, apparently, no one. "No, you've made a mistake," she announced in a wavering, uncertain voice. "I haven't volunteered for anything. I need to go home. I didn't volunteer for a study..."
Darcy waited a moment, standing still, but no response of any kind came. Looking around the room again, Darcy spotted a door. Whipping her head back around to the locker with her name on it, Darcy yanked it open and found her clothes, pulling them on hastily and crumbling the note, discarding it unceremoniously to the floor and moved toward the door. That was it, she was getting the hell out of here, finding the first person on staff available, explaining the mix up, and going home.
The door opened with a loud creaking and hit slammed loudly shut behind her, making her jump. She turned immediately and tried to open the door again upon realizing that it only had led her into a dank and slightly darker hallway that looked far less welcoming, which was saying an awful lot. Only, Darcy found that when she reached to try the door again, there was no knob. The door, it seemed, was completely gone. Something was very wrong here...
"Hello...?" she called out in a small, pathetic voice that was about as un-Darcy as she had ever heard come out of her own mouth. "Somebody?" she ventured and then, after a brief pause in which she allowed her eyes to well up and then spill over with tears as she hiccupped slightly, "...anybody...?"