THINGS WILL LOOK BETTER IN THE MORNING [HUSHER] Mar 7, 2015 14:52:15 GMT -5
Post by ANNA on Mar 7, 2015 14:52:15 GMT -5
Anna didn't know the last time she had been drank under the table by anyone but the splitting headache as she awoke from a dreamless sleep told her something had gone awry, and drinking was the first thing that came to mind. The only other thing would be loosing in a fight and the devil himself knew she wouldn't loose to anyone, at least in a fair fight, her pride wouldn't allow it. She was too smart to fight a fight she knew she couldn't win, thus she had never lost a proper one.
She heaved a sigh and immediately regretted it as she then inhaled dirt, sand?, through her nose and lips; her eyes watering as she attempted to spit out the grains from her mouth. This was about the same time she came to the realization she couldn't quite move properly, besides being in a place she wasn't familiar with like concrete in the Fulsi territory or even the wooden floor of the Speakeasy. She growled before spitting the last bit of sand she could manage out of her mouth, turning her head as far as she could to see behind her back, her arms snuggly folded together and behind her back was not a normal route for dome goers. She shifted experimentally, the ties feeling plastic almost... zip ties? It was then the smell of the labs was very obvious as she scrunched her nose in displeasure. Oh now everything was starting to make sense.
She now vaguely remembered the reason for her headache was her coming to in the labs and immediately swinging on the first Keeper-looking sap she saw, her strength a little bit under par and she was in a drugged haze but the crack of the white coats jaw was enough to bring laughter bubbling from her lips as she rolled onto her side as she stared up at the sky. "Ah hope iht still 'urts ya sonofabetch!" she yelled between her laughter, a slight wince was from the pulsing headache she began to get before she forced herself to breathe, focus, and look around her.
Before she even took a breath she knew she was in Fallen territory, the rolling dunes and sparse vegetation around for cover telling her she was at least a good hour from the border on any side. She grunted in frustration as she tried to wiggle up into a sitting position, ending up falling onto her back as she winced, her shoulders, wrists and forearms were killing her; and the Keeper restraints weren't helping. She sighed heavily as she rolled onto her side again, a look of determination on her face as she attempted to get to her knees once more - only to fail and land in the sand again.
"UGH!" the yell of frustration scattered any form of life that was within earshot of her she was sure, as she lay there for a second before wiggling about to then use her forehead in the sand as leverage before she pushed her knees into position and managed to sit up; sand how all in her hair and sticking partially to her face as she shook her head, flipping her head back to get her hair out of her face before rubbing her face on her shoulder. "Well at least I managed to .." she paused as a low dark form came into her vision as she slowly turned her head to look in front of her where there was now the presence of some company that definitely wasn't there before. "Awhe hells bells.."