Lisa Braeden (bendyweekend) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2014-05-05 17:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: lisa braeden, character: parker |
Stranded in this spooky town...
WHO: Lisa and Parker
WHERE: Sonheim Square
WHEN: Monday, early afternoon
WHAT: Lisa and Parker search for Lisa's son in town; Lisa is less and less convinced this place is a dream
WARNINGS: Anxiety, mom-stuff, and creepy townspeople.
Lisa still wasn't convinced she wasn't dreaming.
The fact that, if this was some coma-induced lunacy, it was the most vivid and realistic meta-experience of her life. She could hear herself breathing (as well as whatever was in the closet- or did it move under the bed?), feel the scratchy bedspread, smell the dust in the air- she could practically taste the heaviness in the atmosphere, the way the ozone felt right before a storm- except somehow worse. The weight of the phone was a consistent anchor, and she could actually feel her feet bear her weight with every step- that didn't happen in dreams. Plus, the other dream-dwellers telling her this wasn't a damned dream. There was that, too.
But it still didn't feel right, and without putting too fine a point on it, she was scared.
After somewhat shallow hello's with the woman Parker in the hotel lobby, the pair set out into the greyish day, following the map down the street to what was supposed to be the center of town. That was another thing Lisa had trouble processing; the shape of the town, as it was depicted on this scribbled piece of paper. The symbol looked incredibly similar to the one scratched on the back of her locket. Not the same, but close enough to pick at her brain. She'd been drawn to the locket for some reason she never thought too deeply on, but it was a comforting feel- something safe.
This place... this map. Totally the opposite, and she had to find Ben and get them out of here.
"He's um... about six feet tall," she started in on a deeper description of her son, moving her hand to indicate a few inches over her own head. "Likes to keep his hair in that bedhead-y style, and last I saw he was wearing a baseball jersey. His name's Ben..."