Ann Perkins (powerfulmuskox) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2015-11-26 01:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ann perkins |
Who: Ann Perkins & Logan
What: Ann heads home through the park at night and the creepier unidentified Grim inhabitants are out. Logan is needed!
When: Wednesday evening.
Where: Starting in the Grimoire Park, continuing on.
Rating: Warnings for possible violence, and or swearing?
Status: On-going.
Being afraid of something, one of the several increasingly dangerous things that randomly happened here, really sucked. Sure back home, now and then there was that eerie feeling of walking home at night, it wasn't exclusive to Grim, however this place had Ghosts, there'd been dinosaurs and weird houses that had abducted people. There was a lot more than just a potentially creepy person you run into on the street, to run into in this place. If only there was a more welcome distraction around, something to focus on that wasn't basically being scared, worried or just being at work.
Ann cut through the park to head home, it was motivation to run, too. She had less of a routine these days, and she couldn't help but think Chris would have been slightly horrified. Well horrified in his own way, which would be excited by the opportunity to get her back on track with her fitness regime. She smirked to herself and continued on. Most of the time heading home from work was fine, sort of. Leslie tried to insist on meeting her there to walk her home most of the time, but Ann was growing surer of making her way alone. Aside from the voices that sometimes happened, weird whispery voices. Sometimes they just sounded like creepy, ghostly noises. Sometimes the sounded weirdly like people she missed back home, either way it was unsettling. Ann couldn't decide of the fact she was walking in completely silence was worse? Somehow? At least at first it was silence, and then she was aware of a low sort of growling noise, or was it moaning? She turned to look over her shoulder and saw a flash of something, she thought in the distance, by the trees to her left. Maybe it was moving on all fours? Or was it floating, again all she wasn't keen to stop and look – hoping it was just her imagination, or the way this place liked to play tricks on residents minds.
She picked up the pace, feeling her heart pound all the faster before it seemed, with a dash of it's own speed that brought a small rush of air, the unseen thing was closing in on her, the surprise of it and the reactionary jerk of head to desperately try to see whatever it was and how close it really was, trying to figure out of it was behind her or beside her. Ann's split second loss of focus had her stumble and she tripped mid-jog, her feet out from under her as she hit the pavement with a sort of awkward, strangled yelp, the air rushing out of her lungs in a forced breath. Before she even had time to scramble to her feet, this time the was a warm, much like a breath by her ear.