sing her to sleep. (now_fight) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2014-05-05 12:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: babydoll, character: hansel, character: queen elsa |
WHO: Babydoll & OTA (Queen Elsa, Hansel...?)
WHERE: The Church & Worm's Wort Cemetery.
WHEN: A little bit after her post.
WHAT: Babydoll needs answers.
WARNINGS: PG-13 (Language and possible scariness...?)
After sending out her last few messages, Babydoll tucked the communicator into the back of her skirt and closed the curtains of her room. She didn't bother with the lamp, it seemed to have a mind of it's own as to when it wanted to turn on and off at this point. She did pull the bed away from the door that she barred when she woke up in the mysterious hotel room. Pulling the flat sheet off the bed, she ripped a small strip off, and wrapped her right hand with anticipation she might have to get a better grip on her katana when she went out there. The sound of the door opening in the hotel was deafening. The hallway was quiet, empty and the sounds were muffled - like the walls were lined and padded. It made Babydoll wince as she could hear her own heartbeat in her ears, she could almost hear each muscle move as she quickly made her way down the hallway.
The lifeless man behind the desk gave the blonde girl a soulless wave as she breezed past him. It was better to not look the townspeople in the eyes, she determined. They left her feeling empty - or more empty then she already felt, and it was better on her mind just to leave them alone. Placing a hand on her katana sheath so it wouldn't bang against the communicator, she slowly took the steps down to the center of the town. Blue-green eyes scanned the town, a few of the natives looked at her curiously, and then quickly went back about their business. Then again, Babydoll didn't exactly look like the townspeople - she was dressed like something out of sailor moon. A dark blue pleated mini-skirt hugged her hips, black thigh high stockings ended with a pair of white bows, and black mary janes made it questionable as to how this young woman could fight in them. Platinum blonde hair was pulled back into a pair of pigtails and a black ribbon held back strands from her eyes.
Turning a corner, she came to the church. Deciding not to wait for those that said they would join her, she climbed the steps to the rickety old church carefully and tried the front door. It was locked, but keen eyes caught sight of a shadow moving away from the door. Narrowing her gaze, she leaned forward and pressed her ear to the door to try and hear anything. All she could hear was fading footsteps behind the door. Trying her luck again, the door didn't budge, and Babydoll frowned in frustration.
"To the cemetery, I guess..."