[Isabel] Back to the real world
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crossing_lostrpWho: Isabel
Where: The Staff cafeteria
When: Day 21, late afternoon
Invited: Anybody in the cafeteria or anybody who drops in
Status: Complete
She ran through thick and tangled forest. Branches slapped her face. Undergrowth threatened to trip her. She panted and wept as she ran, terror clutching hard on her heart. Behind her she could hear the monster following, crashing through the trees, getting closer and closer...
Then it was there, right behind her. She fell, sprawling face-first into a large fern. The monster was on top of her before she really knew what had happened, turning her over, reaching to put a hand on her chest and suck out her life.
"No you don't!" she cried, hand coming up instinctively. The monster looked surprised for the briefest of moments, then exploded into a shower of dust.
The world spun and shattered, and Isabel sat up, a blanket falling off her. She could hear the echoes of her shout just fading away, and fought to control her breathing. She was indoors. The cafeteria in the bunker. Safe. No Wraith here.
She rose carefully to her feet, pleased to find that she could stand easily. In fact, she felt better than she had since before she'd arrived on the island. That in itself was enough to tell her she'd slept a long time.
Memories reorganised themselves in the face of her dream. It hadn't been quite like that, she remembered. She hadn't run. She'd faced the Wraith down and killed it, and...
Of course. She'd exhausted herself again. Too little sleep on top of the previous night's exertions trying to keep the ship afloat, then the business with Claire, then the fight with the Wraith. At least she felt good now. She looked around the quiet cafeteria and spotted the neat pile of the clothes she'd worn to the island, still where she'd left them out of the dryer. They were dirty, but...
She picked them up and went to the bathroom, using the toilet before ripping off the dirty scrubs and putting her own clothes back on. They weren't entirely clean or well-kept, but a glance in the mirror and a quick application of her powers soon took care of that. When she emerged from the bathroom again, she was almost as well-groomed as she'd ever been back home in Roswell.
The cafeteria drew her back with the promise of food, and it wasn't long before she'd stuck her head in the fridge and found what had to be the last remains of the soup she and Aiden had made. It smelled fine, and her stomach approved greatly of the idea, so she stuck it in the microwave and sat down to spoon the lovely steaming stuff into her mouth, savouring every spoonful.
For the first time since arriving on the island, she felt normal.
Where: The Staff cafeteria
When: Day 21, late afternoon
Invited: Anybody in the cafeteria or anybody who drops in
Status: Complete
She ran through thick and tangled forest. Branches slapped her face. Undergrowth threatened to trip her. She panted and wept as she ran, terror clutching hard on her heart. Behind her she could hear the monster following, crashing through the trees, getting closer and closer...
Then it was there, right behind her. She fell, sprawling face-first into a large fern. The monster was on top of her before she really knew what had happened, turning her over, reaching to put a hand on her chest and suck out her life.
"No you don't!" she cried, hand coming up instinctively. The monster looked surprised for the briefest of moments, then exploded into a shower of dust.
The world spun and shattered, and Isabel sat up, a blanket falling off her. She could hear the echoes of her shout just fading away, and fought to control her breathing. She was indoors. The cafeteria in the bunker. Safe. No Wraith here.
She rose carefully to her feet, pleased to find that she could stand easily. In fact, she felt better than she had since before she'd arrived on the island. That in itself was enough to tell her she'd slept a long time.
Memories reorganised themselves in the face of her dream. It hadn't been quite like that, she remembered. She hadn't run. She'd faced the Wraith down and killed it, and...
Of course. She'd exhausted herself again. Too little sleep on top of the previous night's exertions trying to keep the ship afloat, then the business with Claire, then the fight with the Wraith. At least she felt good now. She looked around the quiet cafeteria and spotted the neat pile of the clothes she'd worn to the island, still where she'd left them out of the dryer. They were dirty, but...
She picked them up and went to the bathroom, using the toilet before ripping off the dirty scrubs and putting her own clothes back on. They weren't entirely clean or well-kept, but a glance in the mirror and a quick application of her powers soon took care of that. When she emerged from the bathroom again, she was almost as well-groomed as she'd ever been back home in Roswell.
The cafeteria drew her back with the promise of food, and it wasn't long before she'd stuck her head in the fridge and found what had to be the last remains of the soup she and Aiden had made. It smelled fine, and her stomach approved greatly of the idea, so she stuck it in the microwave and sat down to spoon the lovely steaming stuff into her mouth, savouring every spoonful.
For the first time since arriving on the island, she felt normal.
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