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jamesthornWaking up is an out of body experience. He shoots up from couch, immediately on alert, reaching for his gun that isn't there. Where is he, he asks himself in a panic. Then he remembers. He is trapped in a place that has no name. With Moira Coombs, he thinks, looking down at the white cat curled up near him in a ball. He sighs after a second, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, wishing he had woken up to just a bad dream. But it looks like another day in hell.
As he stands up from he couch, yawning and stretching, he realizes that they must have slept for hours, long enough that he feels fully rested, energetic even. He glances around the small cottage, around the kitchen and all the furniture. It would almost be cozy, if he didn't know it belonged to an evil temptress with snake hair. Still, there was at least food here. He stumbles into the kitchen, rummaging through a cabinet. He immediately sees something that looks like a loaf of bread and a wheel of cheese. He puts it on the counter and pulls off a bit for himself. There are eggs and milk out on the counter, but this is enough to soothe his aching stomach for now.
He wants to get a better feel for the place, so he wonders back down the passageway that leads out into the garden. Eating his breakfast as he goes, happy to see no further threats of danger. It means they've found a reasonable safe return place. If they go exploring for an exit, at least they can return here for food and sleep. It's more than they had yesterday.
He takes his time checking out the garden, hoping to find more tools. Something they can use for weapons. Just in case. All he finds are a couple of hand shovels and some buckets. But he does find a few vines of tomatoes and some fruit trees. He collects some of the food in a bucket to bring back with him. He knows he's been gone awhile, and he figures Moira should be up by now. Before he returns, he stops near the pond to dip his hand in the water, using it to wash the grim and dirt from his hands and face. He wishes desperately there was running water to take a real shower. He wonders what Alex and Grant are doing today. If they are out there searching for him. If they are even close to finding them.
Even though he knows it might be wishful thinking now, he wants to go home.
As he stands up from he couch, yawning and stretching, he realizes that they must have slept for hours, long enough that he feels fully rested, energetic even. He glances around the small cottage, around the kitchen and all the furniture. It would almost be cozy, if he didn't know it belonged to an evil temptress with snake hair. Still, there was at least food here. He stumbles into the kitchen, rummaging through a cabinet. He immediately sees something that looks like a loaf of bread and a wheel of cheese. He puts it on the counter and pulls off a bit for himself. There are eggs and milk out on the counter, but this is enough to soothe his aching stomach for now.
He wants to get a better feel for the place, so he wonders back down the passageway that leads out into the garden. Eating his breakfast as he goes, happy to see no further threats of danger. It means they've found a reasonable safe return place. If they go exploring for an exit, at least they can return here for food and sleep. It's more than they had yesterday.
He takes his time checking out the garden, hoping to find more tools. Something they can use for weapons. Just in case. All he finds are a couple of hand shovels and some buckets. But he does find a few vines of tomatoes and some fruit trees. He collects some of the food in a bucket to bring back with him. He knows he's been gone awhile, and he figures Moira should be up by now. Before he returns, he stops near the pond to dip his hand in the water, using it to wash the grim and dirt from his hands and face. He wishes desperately there was running water to take a real shower. He wonders what Alex and Grant are doing today. If they are out there searching for him. If they are even close to finding them.
Even though he knows it might be wishful thinking now, he wants to go home.
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Date: 2014-05-24 02:32 am (UTC)She hears the shuffle of feet in rapid movement, and she turns to reach for James who is only a few feet away from her when the sounds of struggle and of someone, most likely James, hitting the ground with significant force.
"James?" She calls out after him, trying to remember a spell to help improve her vision in the darkness. By the time she utters the incantation, James is no longer where he was previously standing, and all she can do is follow his cries of her name further into the darkness.