Re: Mini-Grand 5107 [Round 1: Macbeth]
07-31-2011, 04:07 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
The instant Dahlia regained control of her body, she instantly fell victim to a horrible choking cough. Her lungs began to burn as they took in foreign air; air that was far purer than she had ever experianced. The blood flowing through her body now possessed much more oxygen than she had been used to, causing her whole body to sting. As she convulsed on the floor, writhing in agony, her blurry vision made out several stagehands, who seemed only slightly concerned with her. A fashionable woman with tied back blonde hair and wearing some sort of business suit and matching skirt with tights ordered someone to get some water. She wore a pair of ultra-slim glasses on her face, and had a list of stage directions attached to a clipboard. The stagehand reappeared and knelt to offer the water to Dahlia. She tried to drag herself into a sitting possition as her body tied to balance out the air it was taking in. She kept her hand on her chest and tried to calm her breathing, the occasional coughing fit passing over her. Eventually it calmed down enough for her to actually accept the bottled drink, letting the cool water cool down her body. She checked to make sure her PDA had made it intact. The bright display showed no signs of damage, and her battery was still as full as it had been moments prior. Her memory flashed back to the dismal mess that was now her home, leaving her wincing in fear. She could even feel the gun still holstered at her side, though she couldn't imagine actually using it. She looked back at the staring eyes, obviusly she didn't fit in with these people.
She could only imagine what kind of looks they were giving the other contestants. Even if she wasn't human, she still looked like one.
The instant Dahlia regained control of her body, she instantly fell victim to a horrible choking cough. Her lungs began to burn as they took in foreign air; air that was far purer than she had ever experianced. The blood flowing through her body now possessed much more oxygen than she had been used to, causing her whole body to sting. As she convulsed on the floor, writhing in agony, her blurry vision made out several stagehands, who seemed only slightly concerned with her. A fashionable woman with tied back blonde hair and wearing some sort of business suit and matching skirt with tights ordered someone to get some water. She wore a pair of ultra-slim glasses on her face, and had a list of stage directions attached to a clipboard. The stagehand reappeared and knelt to offer the water to Dahlia. She tried to drag herself into a sitting possition as her body tied to balance out the air it was taking in. She kept her hand on her chest and tried to calm her breathing, the occasional coughing fit passing over her. Eventually it calmed down enough for her to actually accept the bottled drink, letting the cool water cool down her body. She checked to make sure her PDA had made it intact. The bright display showed no signs of damage, and her battery was still as full as it had been moments prior. Her memory flashed back to the dismal mess that was now her home, leaving her wincing in fear. She could even feel the gun still holstered at her side, though she couldn't imagine actually using it. She looked back at the staring eyes, obviusly she didn't fit in with these people.
She could only imagine what kind of looks they were giving the other contestants. Even if she wasn't human, she still looked like one.