Post by shaun on Jul 2, 2008 18:39:19 GMT -5
Shaun was making her way down a long, black hallway. Doors opened and closed at random intervals on either side, and every time they opened they released a wave of horrible noises-- a preview of whatever was happening in the room beyond. The closer Shaun got to the end of the corridor, the lighter she felt... it was if she was trying to swim in molasses... and then she felt the icy silk of vampire flesh on her neck-- an iron grip-- hot fangs sinking into her bare skin as she began to scream and scream--
"Agh!" Shaun scared herself awake, starting as she realized it was night out and she'd fallen asleep on a park bench. She groaned. It had been two days since she'd rented a room-- her joints felt like rusted metal. She really needed a bed... and a bath. Mostly the bath, come to think of it.
"I'm going crazy..." Shaun muttered. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, then gently felt her neck where her camera strap was.
... Or should have been.
Shaun looked down and realized with a great measure of disbelief that her camera wasn't hanging around her neck.
Nor was it on the ground near her bench.
But surely-- ? Shaun picked up her worn out backpack and sifted through the contents, brow furrowed. Plenty of DVDs, clothing, her laptop, candy bars, clippings and notes of all kinds-- but no camera. Not anywhere!
Shaun stared into the empty park for a long while, horrified. She was gaping like a fish. "Oh, no..." she said slowly. "No, no, no, no!! Tell me I did not get my camera stolen!!"
Now the panic was beginning. She scoured the area all around the bench again, feeling like she was about to hyperventilate. Most of her footage was backed up on the DVDs in her backpack... but not all of it!! Not to mention that the camera was Shaun's pride and joy-- it'd been a huge investment and God only knew when she'd be able to replace it.
"Frack!" Shaun cursed bitterly. "This can't be happening!!" She gripped her hair with both hands, then rubbed her face in exasperation. After a long pause her restraint exploded and she kicked the bench as hard as she could, then kicked it at least seven more times for good measure.
She whimpered pathetically, clutching her foot.
Great. Now she'd lost her most precious possession in all the world AND she had a broken toe!
"Agh!" Shaun scared herself awake, starting as she realized it was night out and she'd fallen asleep on a park bench. She groaned. It had been two days since she'd rented a room-- her joints felt like rusted metal. She really needed a bed... and a bath. Mostly the bath, come to think of it.
"I'm going crazy..." Shaun muttered. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, then gently felt her neck where her camera strap was.
... Or should have been.
Shaun looked down and realized with a great measure of disbelief that her camera wasn't hanging around her neck.
Nor was it on the ground near her bench.
But surely-- ? Shaun picked up her worn out backpack and sifted through the contents, brow furrowed. Plenty of DVDs, clothing, her laptop, candy bars, clippings and notes of all kinds-- but no camera. Not anywhere!
Shaun stared into the empty park for a long while, horrified. She was gaping like a fish. "Oh, no..." she said slowly. "No, no, no, no!! Tell me I did not get my camera stolen!!"
Now the panic was beginning. She scoured the area all around the bench again, feeling like she was about to hyperventilate. Most of her footage was backed up on the DVDs in her backpack... but not all of it!! Not to mention that the camera was Shaun's pride and joy-- it'd been a huge investment and God only knew when she'd be able to replace it.
"Frack!" Shaun cursed bitterly. "This can't be happening!!" She gripped her hair with both hands, then rubbed her face in exasperation. After a long pause her restraint exploded and she kicked the bench as hard as she could, then kicked it at least seven more times for good measure.
She whimpered pathetically, clutching her foot.
Great. Now she'd lost her most precious possession in all the world AND she had a broken toe!