Post by Polly on Jun 18, 2012 16:46:01 GMT -8
Time: Late morning
Weather: Heavy Rain
Characters: Polly [Open]
Polly looked out her bedroom window. Rain, pouring down. She was still in her nightgown, as late as it was. She pulled it tight around her shoulders.
Polly couldn't make herself get out of bed yesterday.
The day before that, she might as well have just stayed there.
Today, she couldn't take it. She felt like the rain was rattling her bones, jittering and shaking under her skin. The thick, smoky fog was everywhere, she couldn't avoid breathing it in. Even inside her room, where it was just a bit of sweat on the air, a smell, a taste of wet graveyard dirt strained through her teeth and pouring down the back of her throat like the echo of a nosebleed. She had to get out of here. But the thought of going out in it made her flesh crawl.
She hoped her guests had the good sense to stay inside. She doubted it, though; even if they could sense the wrongness of it all, none of them would listen to it.
She dressed. Anna Graham was dead. Slit open and crucified. Was it all happening again? Were the dead coming back? Had they ever left? Was the world about to go wrong, or was it just one man who had stood in the rain and stared up in the sky so long that his brain had begun to melt?
The hallways were quiet. The smell of smoke was stuck in her nose, driving her crazy. The kitchen and dining room were empty and cold. Tamika was nowhere to be seen. This surprised Polly; she had taken such good care of the hotel the last few days that Polly barely even needed to lift a finger, but today it looked like she had disappeared off the face of the earth. No one had made breakfast, no one had touched the daily chores. It worried her, perhaps more than it should. She tried to tell herself that Tamika had simply had a very good night indeed, but she couldn't even finish the thought.
She wavered, walked determinedly to a hall closet, and rummaged around until she found an old, disused raincoat.
It was blue.
Weather: Heavy Rain
Characters: Polly [Open]
Polly looked out her bedroom window. Rain, pouring down. She was still in her nightgown, as late as it was. She pulled it tight around her shoulders.
Polly couldn't make herself get out of bed yesterday.
The day before that, she might as well have just stayed there.
Today, she couldn't take it. She felt like the rain was rattling her bones, jittering and shaking under her skin. The thick, smoky fog was everywhere, she couldn't avoid breathing it in. Even inside her room, where it was just a bit of sweat on the air, a smell, a taste of wet graveyard dirt strained through her teeth and pouring down the back of her throat like the echo of a nosebleed. She had to get out of here. But the thought of going out in it made her flesh crawl.
She hoped her guests had the good sense to stay inside. She doubted it, though; even if they could sense the wrongness of it all, none of them would listen to it.
She dressed. Anna Graham was dead. Slit open and crucified. Was it all happening again? Were the dead coming back? Had they ever left? Was the world about to go wrong, or was it just one man who had stood in the rain and stared up in the sky so long that his brain had begun to melt?
The hallways were quiet. The smell of smoke was stuck in her nose, driving her crazy. The kitchen and dining room were empty and cold. Tamika was nowhere to be seen. This surprised Polly; she had taken such good care of the hotel the last few days that Polly barely even needed to lift a finger, but today it looked like she had disappeared off the face of the earth. No one had made breakfast, no one had touched the daily chores. It worried her, perhaps more than it should. She tried to tell herself that Tamika had simply had a very good night indeed, but she couldn't even finish the thought.
She wavered, walked determinedly to a hall closet, and rummaged around until she found an old, disused raincoat.
It was blue.