winter's chill :: NOISETTE Dec 18, 2015 18:26:16 GMT -5
Post by Ker Rosenthal on Dec 18, 2015 18:26:16 GMT -5
A still body lay sprawled on the ground, suspiciously still and quiet until she gave a long groan. Slowly the girl sat up, placing a hand on each temple and closing her eyes. A lingering headache pounded in her skull and as she further regained consciousness awareness of her situation came to her at once. On top of the headache - and general all around soreness - she was now acutely aware of how hungry and cold she was. Carefully she got to her feet, tugging the sleeves of her shirt down past her wrists and upper portions of her hands when she stood.
Memory of the last few weeks was spotty at best and trying to think about everything that had happened since her capture only further provoked the pounding in her head. She knew, loosely, that she was within the dome now but it seemed much larger than she'd expected. Sitting in the open she felt put her at a distinct disadvantage when she knew nothing about the world she was now in - she needed to find cover, shelter. Each breath she took already fogged in the chilly air and a shiver rolled down her spine. Blatantly detaching herself from any worries others might have had in the situation she carried on as if nothing happened, as she always did.
She spared a quick glance, spotted a building just visible in the distance and set off. With quick, long strides she walked toward the unknown building. It might have been a stupid idea, she had no idea if that was someone's residence or anything else. Still, decidedly a better idea than continuing to sit out in the cold. When she did reach the building it didn't look especially promising. It looked like it might have been a church at one point and was decidedly vacant looking. Still, she opted to try and pry the door open anyway - to no avail.
Frustrated, cold, and overall miserable she kicked the door before turning and leaning her back against it. There was nowhere else in the immediate vicinity she could see to go and Ker was nothing if not determined. There had to be some way in and out of the wind. Slinking around the edge of the building there was an increasing feeling of hopelessness building in her, any windows she could see were too high for her to possibly reach and there didn't seem to be another door. Coming around another corner she came to a sudden stop, gaze settling on a cellar door.
She paused a moment longer, one eyebrow arched slightly as she peered at it quizzically. Venturing closer it didn't have any outward locks. Slowly she grabbed the handle, gripping the cold metal firmly and pulling the door. It opened with a creak and she quickly slipped through, letting it thud closed she ducked her head out of the way. She'd made it down a few steps before she actually considered this whole thing - going into some creepy cellar of an abandoned church. That was the sort of thing that set up horror movies all the time. 'Oh well.' She gave a dismissive sigh at her own thoughts and began creeping carefully down the stairs.
Inside she was mildly surprised to find the tables and chairs around. Maybe it wasn't quite as forsaken as she'd thought it was, though that could be a bad thing for a would-be trespasser. Ker was never one to be cautious or fearful, though. She continued on, running her fingers along the cold stone wall as she wandered toward the bar. A moments pause was given before she hoisted herself onto it and then clambered gracelessly over, landing on the other side with a thud. Further causing a ruckus she began to rummage through crates; maybe there was something to eat here.