Theo Parrish ♠ Lord Byron (alilwicked) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2017-01-06 12:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | kiley, theo |
Who: Theo & Kiley.
When: 9:46 a.m.
Where: Second floor hallway, then who knows.
Theo was almost on a regular schedule of becoming a morning person, and she was not happy about that development. The cold made her want to linger in bed for longer, but her blankets were not extensive enough to rout out the uncomfortable feeling of no warmth, which make sleep a difficult bedmate to find. This pushed her out of bed and off to find other sources of entertainment, or at least one of the stone fireplaces scattered throughout the mansion. This particular morning was no different, and Theo rolled out of bed to unhappily put thinly-socked feet on the cold floor, shuffling her way across her room to the bathroom.
At least we still have running water, she mumbled inside her own head, bleary eyes focusing on the sink and turning the tap to hot. Perhaps splashing some water on her face would help, or at the very least, warm her hands up enough that she could meander to the craft room and practice some drawing to keep her mind off of things. She thought she heard something shake, but nothing in the bathroom seemed off-center. California had prepped her for dealing with earthquakes, so if minor tremors were on the menu for today, she laughed to herself that they'd have to do better than that. As she bent forward over the bowl, cupping her hands, the tremor happened again; it was accompanied by a sound similar to someone yelling from a far off distance. This time, she realized it was coming from the mirror.
She dropped what little water she'd gathered, the sink still running. A slight wisp of steam curled upward as she squinted at the glass, suddenly jumping backward when she saw a man. Tall, with a few tattoos scattered over his form, dark haired and light skinned. His hands were lifted as fists, pounding against the mirror, though he gave no sign that he recognized that Theo was standing there. The room behind him, despite being shadowed, was clearly padded and looked no bigger than a closet. Theo stood, blinking, confused; she glanced down at the water, remembering its feel. She knew she was awake, or at least, she felt awake. The man behind the mirror hammered on it again, and Theo buried her face in her hands, feeling like her throat was closing up. If there was one thing she was not prepared to deal with, it was apparitions in her bedroom.
Turning on her socked feet (nearly slipping in the process), she all but ran from the bathroom and into the open space of the hallway. She bent, hands to knees, gasping for air as she felt her claustrophobia dissipate. Closing her eyes, she slowly winded down to taking smooth, deep breaths, counting to ten and releasing them softly.