Molly was feeling very insecure as she shoved two Wraith pistons and three handguns with four boxes of ammo into a pillow case. The instinctive fear of the iron of the vault, and the metal of the guns was twisting her gut as much as the constant pressure of thoughts and voices she had to fight to keep her own individuality from fading.
She was dragging the pillow case out of the vault when she was literally knocked over by the sudden wave of absolute terror, overwhelming pain, and and mental anguish. She dropped the case and scrambled backwards on her ass, her hands and feet carrying her into a corner.
"Oh Daana... oh Daana." Tears were streaming down her face and she bit back the sour acid of bile. "Oh Daana..."
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Date: 2007-06-22 04:16 pm (UTC)She was dragging the pillow case out of the vault when she was literally knocked over by the sudden wave of absolute terror, overwhelming pain, and and mental anguish. She dropped the case and scrambled backwards on her ass, her hands and feet carrying her into a corner.
"Oh Daana... oh Daana." Tears were streaming down her face and she bit back the sour acid of bile. "Oh Daana..."