Echo (
screwthatnoise) wrote2013-07-29 04:16 pm
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♥ v2
A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.
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The voice doesn't sound sincere. In fact, it sounds bitter sweet.
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[Just calm and neutral.]
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She giggles. Maybe her vague, roundabout explanation makes sense to her.
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Off to the side, though, is a small stuffed bear bobbing its head and watching you quietly.
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Can I help you?
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The bear seems delighted, even if its unchanging expression claims otherwise.
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I am. What can I do for you?
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"Yeah, that's a start," it adds reassuredly.
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It wobbles its little body.
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