There are bodies on all sides of her. Operatives in little vests and bowties sweeping popcorn from the floor, patrons brought up from darkness solely to get in her way. That's fine. Nothing she isn't used to. Keep an eye on Connecticut, a stern voice in her head. She won't drop the ball this time.
Gaze cast out into a raucous sea, she spots her sneaking. Just her style.
Focus. Lead them away. Create an opening.
She blows hair out of her face. Turns shoulder into battering-ram and clears a path only to be met by greater resistance. One shade twists gaseous limbs around her bicep, face yawning expressionlessly— mouth a black hole, a nightmare— right beside her's. It reeks of death and cold. Another reaches for a broom. You've got to be kidding me.
no subject
Carolina speeds into the crush.
There are bodies on all sides of her. Operatives in little vests and bowties sweeping popcorn from the floor, patrons brought up from darkness solely to get in her way. That's fine. Nothing she isn't used to. Keep an eye on Connecticut, a stern voice in her head. She won't drop the ball this time.
Gaze cast out into a raucous sea, she spots her sneaking. Just her style.
Focus. Lead them away. Create an opening.
She blows hair out of her face. Turns shoulder into battering-ram and clears a path only to be met by greater resistance. One shade twists gaseous limbs around her bicep, face yawning expressionlessly— mouth a black hole, a nightmare— right beside her's. It reeks of death and cold. Another reaches for a broom. You've got to be kidding me.
"CT, we've got— CT?"
She isn't moving.
Why the hell isn't she moving?
"Hey!— what's your problem?"