[ the doorknob won't give, and Meg's starting to pant. she puts her foot down, lets go, and balls her hands into fists so she can ram them back and forth on the door, shaking it a little on its hinges as she resolutely ignores him. shut the fuck up - very rude! ]
Heeelllp!!! I've been kidnapped by some crazy dirty hillbilly!!!
[ why else would he have that mullet? the pounding starts to hurt her hands pretty soon and she doesn't hear anything outside in what she assumes must be the hallway. there's a peephole but when she peers through it there's - nothing. no garish carpet, no distorted view of the hallway. just darkness. Meg stops and abruptly whips around, flattens her back against the door and narrows her eyes at him.
it should become apparent to him then that Meg is also filthy, covered in dirt and what appears to be an ungodly amount of dried blood, mostly on her clothes, but also splattered over her face and her arms and legs. there's a hole in the right shoulder of her dirty red vest, although the skin underneath it is intact, albeit pink and puckered. ]
Who. Are you. Was there dream real? Is this real?
[ she'd definitely asked herself that very thing when she'd awoken at the campfire that very first time. this isn't entirely unheard of ... and yet it's still incredibly alarming. ]
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Heeelllp!!! I've been kidnapped by some crazy dirty hillbilly!!!
[ why else would he have that mullet? the pounding starts to hurt her hands pretty soon and she doesn't hear anything outside in what she assumes must be the hallway. there's a peephole but when she peers through it there's - nothing. no garish carpet, no distorted view of the hallway. just darkness. Meg stops and abruptly whips around, flattens her back against the door and narrows her eyes at him.
it should become apparent to him then that Meg is also filthy, covered in dirt and what appears to be an ungodly amount of dried blood, mostly on her clothes, but also splattered over her face and her arms and legs. there's a hole in the right shoulder of her dirty red vest, although the skin underneath it is intact, albeit pink and puckered. ]
Who. Are you. Was there dream real? Is this real?
[ she'd definitely asked herself that very thing when she'd awoken at the campfire that very first time. this isn't entirely unheard of ... and yet it's still incredibly alarming. ]