Post by lola on Nov 6, 2012 10:22:54 GMT -5
Considering how odd Lola was it shouldn’t have surprised anyone that she had odd sleeping habits too. Every morning she was meticulously religious about the way she made her bed, straightening and tucking in every bit of cloth. Then at night she was just as meticulous about untucking her sheets and blankets. She would then strip off her pants (and underpants on the rare occasions she wore them), lie down and roll until she was completely wrapped in blanket and snuggle herself into a fetal position. Every part of her besides her head and one hand would be wrapped up nice and warm as she curled up on her side. While she slept her thumb made its way to her mouth and on instinct she began to alternate sucking and chewing on it through the night. The main result of this was a rather large puddle of bloody drool that coated her pillow by morning… every night.
No matter what time it was the warped wheels of Lola’s brain were turning, even when she was asleep. Swirls of darkness and blood and spirals of bone surrounded her as she stood in waves of raven black ink. She looked around and began to stalk through the darkness of her dreams. She started to hear laughter, it irked her and she looked around for it. Nobody else was here, but she could HEAR them. She spun and started running, tripping over something half buried under the water. She fell, cutting a hand open on… teeth? She recoiled, rearing up onto her knees and trying to back away. With tired groans corpses were rising all around her, decayed, decaying, infecting the very air with the heavy taste of rot. She knew them, and even if she was psychotic she felt the sour taste of fear on her tongue. She’d tasted it on the bodies of others before but now…
She lunged to her feet and ran, stumbling on hidden things underwater. Suddenly there was no sand under her feet and she was falling, but not into water. She fell, tumbling end over end. Laughing faces glowed in the dark around her; she lashed out at them and landed hard on the firm padding that haunted her everywhere. Wrapped in canvas and chains she struggled. She heard the squeak of wheels from the chairs, the almost inaudible tap of their shoes as they marched toward the small, padded room she was secured in. She thrashed and wrenched, hitting her head repeatedly against the wall in her struggles. The door was shoved open and grotesque creatures, mutated spiders and crickets, in doctor’s lab coats came in, each holding a syringe.
The first syringe broke skin and she shrieked. Stabbing pains all over as more of them were thrust in. The burn of foreign liquids, ‘medicine’ according to the doctors, under her skin made her squirm and cry out. The pain bubbled everywhere, and moving only made it worse. She felt her legs forced open my sharply clawed legs and screamed for her mother, Athena, as the needle was thrust into her inner thigh near the junction of her body. She felt the needle leave as well as dampness on her legs, only… the dampness and rush of liquids weren’t in her brain only. She started awake, struggling to right herself and thrashing at her self-made cocoon of blankets. She felt trapped and she didn’t like it, finally struggling herself off of the bed with a loud thud. Her nightstand was knocked over in her struggles but she finally got out of the blankets and sat on the floor, panting like a wounded animal.
She knew she had screamed in her sleep. Green eyes wide and feral she looked around, orienting herself, ready to fight anything that came at her. Slowly her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the cabin. She relaxed, swiping her tongue over her teeth and tasting blood. She was home, the one place she was home… Her siblings were around her, as little as they might want to call her their sister she did call them her brothers and sisters. She stood up shakily, heart and lungs still going overtime. She righted her nightstand, picking up the pieces of the vase that had fallen off of it and broken, she would have to find a new one… or find someone to fix this one. It didn’t matter one way or another to her, although she had quite liked the gold and pink daisy pattern on this one. She started to straighten out her blankets and sheets when she noticed something. What she had dismissed as sweat in some corner of her mind, the dampness between her legs… had not been sweat. Nervously she looked around, there had to be someplace she could dispose of these before someone else saw.
”Not again… I’m too old for this… Dammit…” She started to lug the blankets outside. She would just burn them and if someone asked she would say she didn’t know what had happened. She felt eyes on her now and she looked around, growling softly. Who was watching her?
OOC//
Word count:856
Character: Lola Felsin
Outfit: Just the camp tee-shirt. NOTHING ELSE
Notes: Yes, Lola wet the bed, and screamed for her mother. And yes, she loves her brothers and sisters in a slightly skewed way.
No matter what time it was the warped wheels of Lola’s brain were turning, even when she was asleep. Swirls of darkness and blood and spirals of bone surrounded her as she stood in waves of raven black ink. She looked around and began to stalk through the darkness of her dreams. She started to hear laughter, it irked her and she looked around for it. Nobody else was here, but she could HEAR them. She spun and started running, tripping over something half buried under the water. She fell, cutting a hand open on… teeth? She recoiled, rearing up onto her knees and trying to back away. With tired groans corpses were rising all around her, decayed, decaying, infecting the very air with the heavy taste of rot. She knew them, and even if she was psychotic she felt the sour taste of fear on her tongue. She’d tasted it on the bodies of others before but now…
She lunged to her feet and ran, stumbling on hidden things underwater. Suddenly there was no sand under her feet and she was falling, but not into water. She fell, tumbling end over end. Laughing faces glowed in the dark around her; she lashed out at them and landed hard on the firm padding that haunted her everywhere. Wrapped in canvas and chains she struggled. She heard the squeak of wheels from the chairs, the almost inaudible tap of their shoes as they marched toward the small, padded room she was secured in. She thrashed and wrenched, hitting her head repeatedly against the wall in her struggles. The door was shoved open and grotesque creatures, mutated spiders and crickets, in doctor’s lab coats came in, each holding a syringe.
The first syringe broke skin and she shrieked. Stabbing pains all over as more of them were thrust in. The burn of foreign liquids, ‘medicine’ according to the doctors, under her skin made her squirm and cry out. The pain bubbled everywhere, and moving only made it worse. She felt her legs forced open my sharply clawed legs and screamed for her mother, Athena, as the needle was thrust into her inner thigh near the junction of her body. She felt the needle leave as well as dampness on her legs, only… the dampness and rush of liquids weren’t in her brain only. She started awake, struggling to right herself and thrashing at her self-made cocoon of blankets. She felt trapped and she didn’t like it, finally struggling herself off of the bed with a loud thud. Her nightstand was knocked over in her struggles but she finally got out of the blankets and sat on the floor, panting like a wounded animal.
She knew she had screamed in her sleep. Green eyes wide and feral she looked around, orienting herself, ready to fight anything that came at her. Slowly her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the cabin. She relaxed, swiping her tongue over her teeth and tasting blood. She was home, the one place she was home… Her siblings were around her, as little as they might want to call her their sister she did call them her brothers and sisters. She stood up shakily, heart and lungs still going overtime. She righted her nightstand, picking up the pieces of the vase that had fallen off of it and broken, she would have to find a new one… or find someone to fix this one. It didn’t matter one way or another to her, although she had quite liked the gold and pink daisy pattern on this one. She started to straighten out her blankets and sheets when she noticed something. What she had dismissed as sweat in some corner of her mind, the dampness between her legs… had not been sweat. Nervously she looked around, there had to be someplace she could dispose of these before someone else saw.
”Not again… I’m too old for this… Dammit…” She started to lug the blankets outside. She would just burn them and if someone asked she would say she didn’t know what had happened. She felt eyes on her now and she looked around, growling softly. Who was watching her?
OOC//
Word count:856
Character: Lola Felsin
Outfit: Just the camp tee-shirt. NOTHING ELSE
Notes: Yes, Lola wet the bed, and screamed for her mother. And yes, she loves her brothers and sisters in a slightly skewed way.