Post by Charlotte Jacobs on Dec 3, 2011 3:11:18 GMT -8
Time: Day 6, 130 in the morning
Weather: More rain... goody. And the fog’s getting all Silent Hill up in here.
Warnings: Charlotte is going hunting
Characters: Charlotte Jacobs, Hyde [CLOSED]
Charlotte took a deep breath, and rose to her feet. She had been sitting there on the floor by the bed for what seemed like forever. She had allowed herself the cry she so desperately had needed. But the heart-wrenching sobs had eased, and she could move on to what she needed to do. Her notebook, lying on the floor where she had left it, was almost full now; pages covered front to back in her tiny script as she wrote down everything she knew and anything she thought that might be useful.
Now, though. It was time to move. She tugged off the tank top and yoga pants, leaving them on the floor for the time being. The pain from her injuries didn’t register with her as she moved to the closet. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the task at hand. She pulled her hair back into a tight French braid, twisting it into a bun at the base of her neck and fastening it securely so it would be out of the way.
That done, she flung open the closet door. She dressed as though she were going to war. Which, in a way, she was. Each item of clothing treated as a piece of armour; the long sleeved black thermal top came first. Followed by black leather pants tucked into knee high boots and leather fingerless gloves.
The weapons followed. She didn’t dare venture outside as anything other than well armed. Not for what she had in mind. She slid a long dagger into each of the scabbards built into her boots. To her back she strapped a gladius in its scabbard, making sure it was securely fastened. There was one last weapon; her fingertips brushed the leather sheath for a moment, before she strapped the dagger and its belt around her waist. It had been a gift from her mother her second year of college. The blade had belonged to her father, and he would have wanted her to have it, her mother said.
The final piece was a leather coat. Taking a deep breath, Charlotte squared her shoulders and walked out of her hotel room. She wasn’t entirely certain of her destination, but as she made her way quickly and silently to her car, she decided it didn’t matter. She would search until she found him. And then she wouldn’t leave until he had answered every single one of her questions. HONESTLY.
She peeled out of the parking lot, picking a direction seemingly at random. The forest. She would try the forest first. And go from there. She was driving recklessly, she knew, but she also knew that it was highly unlikely that there would be anyone else on the road at this time of night, in the rain. So she pressed her foot a little bit harder to the gas pedal.
Slowing seemed slightly more prudent when she reached the gravel roads leading into the forest itself. So she did, driving until she was absolutely surrounded by trees and darkness. Then she stopped, pulling off the road so she was out of the way. On the off chance someone’s gallivanting about the forest. It was more habit than anything, really.
Her car keys went into her pocket, and she made her way into the trees lining the road, feet squishing dully on the drenched ground. It was time to start the hunt.
Weather: More rain... goody. And the fog’s getting all Silent Hill up in here.
Warnings: Charlotte is going hunting
Characters: Charlotte Jacobs, Hyde [CLOSED]
Charlotte took a deep breath, and rose to her feet. She had been sitting there on the floor by the bed for what seemed like forever. She had allowed herself the cry she so desperately had needed. But the heart-wrenching sobs had eased, and she could move on to what she needed to do. Her notebook, lying on the floor where she had left it, was almost full now; pages covered front to back in her tiny script as she wrote down everything she knew and anything she thought that might be useful.
Now, though. It was time to move. She tugged off the tank top and yoga pants, leaving them on the floor for the time being. The pain from her injuries didn’t register with her as she moved to the closet. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the task at hand. She pulled her hair back into a tight French braid, twisting it into a bun at the base of her neck and fastening it securely so it would be out of the way.
That done, she flung open the closet door. She dressed as though she were going to war. Which, in a way, she was. Each item of clothing treated as a piece of armour; the long sleeved black thermal top came first. Followed by black leather pants tucked into knee high boots and leather fingerless gloves.
The weapons followed. She didn’t dare venture outside as anything other than well armed. Not for what she had in mind. She slid a long dagger into each of the scabbards built into her boots. To her back she strapped a gladius in its scabbard, making sure it was securely fastened. There was one last weapon; her fingertips brushed the leather sheath for a moment, before she strapped the dagger and its belt around her waist. It had been a gift from her mother her second year of college. The blade had belonged to her father, and he would have wanted her to have it, her mother said.
The final piece was a leather coat. Taking a deep breath, Charlotte squared her shoulders and walked out of her hotel room. She wasn’t entirely certain of her destination, but as she made her way quickly and silently to her car, she decided it didn’t matter. She would search until she found him. And then she wouldn’t leave until he had answered every single one of her questions. HONESTLY.
She peeled out of the parking lot, picking a direction seemingly at random. The forest. She would try the forest first. And go from there. She was driving recklessly, she knew, but she also knew that it was highly unlikely that there would be anyone else on the road at this time of night, in the rain. So she pressed her foot a little bit harder to the gas pedal.
Slowing seemed slightly more prudent when she reached the gravel roads leading into the forest itself. So she did, driving until she was absolutely surrounded by trees and darkness. Then she stopped, pulling off the road so she was out of the way. On the off chance someone’s gallivanting about the forest. It was more habit than anything, really.
Her car keys went into her pocket, and she made her way into the trees lining the road, feet squishing dully on the drenched ground. It was time to start the hunt.