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Heather Mason (tufui_egoeris) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Cheryl settled into a comfortable silence as she followed the chosen path through the woods. It did occur to her that it might be more comfortable - and make it easier for the three of them to adapt to each other - if they attempted to make small talk with each other, but she couldn't imagine where to begin given the current situation. Somehow, banter wouldn't come to her mind and she didn't really want to speak her personal thoughts and theories on what had happened - so, instead, she merely plucked a rather thick fallen branch from the underbrush and, as she walked along, she began to strip the smaller limbs from the main branch. She did realize that a heavy log might not be the best of tools, but it might come in handy somewhere along the line.

Her stripping project was very nearly done by the time Cheryl again glanced to her surroundings and she was vaguely surprised to notice that the forest had thinned enough to reveal hints of a building ahead. She fought with her heartbeat for a long moment - telling herself that it would just be a normal building, a building that might even hold help in some form - but she couldn't quite keep a nervous energy from rising.

Even with her anxiety, Cheryl kept herself from any vocal response to what appeared to be an attempt to draw attention to themselves by River. Instead, she raised the thick wooden log in her hands and held onto it much as one would any blunt instrument - two hands low and tight. Cheryl had already mentally prepared herself to fight if it should come down to that - and she supposed that she'd try her best to help River and Watanuki out, too, even if they both seemed to be fairly capable in their own ways.

Still, there was a measure of relief when no response came and Cheryl found herself exhaling a breath which she hadn't quite been aware that she had been holding; apparently, some of her superstitious paranoia had traveled back with her from the Otherworld, but she wouldn't begrudge the emotion - not when it could be enough to save her life. She offered a slight nod in response to River's shrug and Cheryl carefully followed the other girl inside - only to discover what appeared to be a very rundown library.

She blinked slightly as she cast her eyes to their surroundings, but nothing jumped out at her as an important sign of anyone setting foot within the building within the last twenty years. Everything seemed in disrepair, dust and grit laid heavily upon the floor, bare spots dripped a fine mist of water down on them - no, it definitely wasn't the sort of place Cheryl'd expect to find the hoped-for help but, then again, she hadn't really thought there'd be much help to be found.

"Well, if anyone was here, they would've tried to grab us by now," Cheryl winced at the sound of her voice and how it seemed so loud in the long abandoned room - even when she spoke in a whisper. Still, it might have been for the best since it did keep her from vocalizing the thought that this could be an elaborate plot - to do what, she couldn't begin to imagine but she also couldn't begin to imagine why anyone would kidnap people so randomly - unless it wasn't as random as it seemed.

"I guess that makes this sanctuary, for now," she continued. She had allowed her voice to trail down to a whisper as she took a few steps further inside, but she showed no real eagerness to explore too deeply - not yet, anyway. "There might even be supplies deeper inside. Even if not, at least there's some sort of roof overhead."