Re: Mini-Grand 5105 (Round 1: Bernal Sphere Upsilon)
07-27-2011, 01:17 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Niall.
This universe is not my own. This universe does not know me.
The awareness registered moreso as an afterthought than a cognitive thought, quickly pushed aside by the more urgent matter of survival. Conte had been transported onto the upper levels of the Bernal Sphere, right in the middle of the rapids of a river and before she had time to react the current had swept her off her feet and down the artifical rivulet. The current tossed her one way and the other as it passed her like a soccer ball through the bends of the river. Disoriented, her mind went into sensory overload as her instincts tried to focus on the urgent matter of getting herself out of the flow of water.
"Help! HE-eee..."
Conte's head disappeared under the surface of the water. Panicked, she tried to breathe in and swallowed a mouthful of chilled water. Acrid and chloronated, this river had not come from a natural source. She choked on the water, but without any air to intake she just took in another mouthful of water. Acting on a reflex, her throat contracted as it tried to remove the foreign matter from her stomach. Survival instincts finally kicking into gear, her limbs propelled her forward in a direction she hoped was up.
Surfacing with an almighty gasp,tears running down her face indistinguishable from the water, her arms flailed as they attempted to keep her head out of the water. Breathing heavily, she had little breath remaining to make any noise , yet scream she did as she turned the last bend of the river and saw it peal away over the edge of a cliff.
"No! No, no, no, NO!" she yelled, eyes focused on the peril she was rushing towards.
Dragging her eyes away from the approaching precipice, Conte saw a wizened oak tree leaning over the edge of the river bank. With seconds left to act, she attempted to paddle to the edge of the river. Two seconds later her arms clasped around a stray tree root. With danger only meters away, she clung to her salvation as tightly as she could muster. Face half submerged in the water, she shut her eyes and attempted to focus on her self-rescue as best as she could. Slowly, tentatively, she extended an arm towards the bank, making sure the other arm kept a firm grip on the tree root. The arm blindly searched through the flowing water until it connected with a solid object. Using the last of her strength, she pulled herself towards what appeared to be a knot in the tree. Torso now out of the water, she could freely use her legs to push herself up onto the bank and into fickle safety's arms.
Crawling on all fours, Conte coughed up the last of the water in her lungs, brown hair plastered to her face like seaweed. Once on a flat space of grass, she turned over onto her back to rest. Expecting to see sky, her eyes lit up when she saw the world she'd landed in. Chest still rising and falling rapidly, she voiced the first thought that came to her volatile mind.
"Oooh. I want it."
This universe is not my own. This universe does not know me.
The awareness registered moreso as an afterthought than a cognitive thought, quickly pushed aside by the more urgent matter of survival. Conte had been transported onto the upper levels of the Bernal Sphere, right in the middle of the rapids of a river and before she had time to react the current had swept her off her feet and down the artifical rivulet. The current tossed her one way and the other as it passed her like a soccer ball through the bends of the river. Disoriented, her mind went into sensory overload as her instincts tried to focus on the urgent matter of getting herself out of the flow of water.
"Help! HE-eee..."
Conte's head disappeared under the surface of the water. Panicked, she tried to breathe in and swallowed a mouthful of chilled water. Acrid and chloronated, this river had not come from a natural source. She choked on the water, but without any air to intake she just took in another mouthful of water. Acting on a reflex, her throat contracted as it tried to remove the foreign matter from her stomach. Survival instincts finally kicking into gear, her limbs propelled her forward in a direction she hoped was up.
Surfacing with an almighty gasp,tears running down her face indistinguishable from the water, her arms flailed as they attempted to keep her head out of the water. Breathing heavily, she had little breath remaining to make any noise , yet scream she did as she turned the last bend of the river and saw it peal away over the edge of a cliff.
"No! No, no, no, NO!" she yelled, eyes focused on the peril she was rushing towards.
Dragging her eyes away from the approaching precipice, Conte saw a wizened oak tree leaning over the edge of the river bank. With seconds left to act, she attempted to paddle to the edge of the river. Two seconds later her arms clasped around a stray tree root. With danger only meters away, she clung to her salvation as tightly as she could muster. Face half submerged in the water, she shut her eyes and attempted to focus on her self-rescue as best as she could. Slowly, tentatively, she extended an arm towards the bank, making sure the other arm kept a firm grip on the tree root. The arm blindly searched through the flowing water until it connected with a solid object. Using the last of her strength, she pulled herself towards what appeared to be a knot in the tree. Torso now out of the water, she could freely use her legs to push herself up onto the bank and into fickle safety's arms.
Crawling on all fours, Conte coughed up the last of the water in her lungs, brown hair plastered to her face like seaweed. Once on a flat space of grass, she turned over onto her back to rest. Expecting to see sky, her eyes lit up when she saw the world she'd landed in. Chest still rising and falling rapidly, she voiced the first thought that came to her volatile mind.
"Oooh. I want it."