Nightly Excursions, (thread 2 in the arc, shizuo and zero closed)

Sun Jul 21, 2013 10:17 am

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“..Ugh my head”.. ..

That was arabella’s cry to the morning as she was in a room with all the literal well, curtains shut and what not, even though morning for her was very late at night to be honest, it didn’t mean that she wasn’t still tired, in fact she had felt very much so like she had been ran over by a freight train going 110 in a 50mph zone, that is to say, her head was utterly pounding and when I say utterly I mean she felt like she had a migraine that had come straight from the depths of none other than hell itself, to pay its homage to her noggin. Which she certainly didn’t like, so she reached around looking for the migraine relief medication, and not finding it in the usual spot she seemed to register that at-least where ever the hell she was, was not her usual place of residence. That kind of made her open her eyes wide, as she had looked from right to left, then left to right again, taking in the drastically differentiating scenery that most CERTIANLY was not where she normally crashed in the daylight hours, next to confirm it she rushed to the window and jerked open the curtains to see, a UTTERLY different landscape.

“..WHERE THE HELL AM I “

Arabella most certainly didn’t like the change in events, which was why she had looked quickly at the door and tried it, it had been locked she tested it once or twice, it wouldn’t budge. Now wasn’t that just dandy, being stuck in a random place, surrounded by random things, in a random room with no way out.. or was there? She looked again at the window, and then looked down it was at least a 10-20 story drop and there was guards practically everywhere, however she felt like she would risk it, which was why she had curling her fingers around her sheathed, and rather strange feeling katana, she had let the air whip her hair into a frenzy, as literally she could see.. something that made her mouth nearly drop again kind of that droppage that only came from the epitome of disbelief and just utter what the living fuck moments like the one she was in right now.

“..I’m above the clouds, what the actual fuck”

With that Out of her mouth, Arabella took a decision and jumped the air taking her clothes and rapidly expanding them, clothes that I may add felt strange themselves. But that was for another time, as right now the air caught her hair and whipped it into a frenzy cold night air, whipping and gnawing at her skin and her body at large, it was strange to say the least but as she was falling she felt the elation of the wind in the sky, and her heart hammering away beneath the confines of her clothes, she never had felt so utterly alive then right now, as she was falling at speeds that if it fully caused impact she would be able to splatter and become Ode, to grease splat on the cobblestone below, in short it wouldn’t be pretty if she had missed, thankfully she hadn’t as of course the ground turned from a tiny doll-house image to well, HELLO im the COBBLE STONE that’s going to kill u, the life size version, not that tiny shit that you see on television. Or what – ever they have now adays? Hologram tv? Hell if she knew anymore she gave up a long time ago on advancements in modern technology.

With her body coming in hot, red hot like the blacktop in the scorching desert heat, so basically so hot she was like a chili-pepper basically red hot. That’s when she rebalanced, her legs landing quite basically on the ground in a squat. This was of course why her body itself seemed to be rapidly correcting itself and changing, almost like it had a “Auto Balancer” to it, allowing of course for her to regain her footing and then keep running forward , as she ran by the guards they probably would be feeling nothing more than a gust of wind going past their bodies, and in short this spelled out one thing and one thing only, this girl was making a timely and fashionably stupid bid for freedom, the question was how would her perpetual kidnapper handle this rather unfavorable situation?