[she wakes up with a gasp, with the breath that had escaped her in the eleventh hour. or...would have, if it were real? was she dreaming? hallucinating? it's not often she finds herself resting on her back, yet here she is, jolting to consciousness in the hotel room.
her hotel room. an unbroken door, windows not hastily boarded up against standstorms...
after a few minutes to just...take stock of herself in what small, easy ways she can, Cecelia gets up, crosses the room, and opens the unbroken door to peer outside and see if anyone was even there, ears straining to hear other signs of life.]
o2. diner (ota)
[this is uncanny. she's sat in this very booth dozens of times for untold amounts of time at various times of day, but...
...but she had been there when the windows shattered. she'd seen it obscured and lost to sand.
during the day, she occupies that seat alone save for a couple, weathered notebooks. but there's plenty of table to sit down at should someone with a fresh slice of pie need a seat; either she doesn't notice it, being so engrossed, or she doesn't mind.
during night, well...]
Something's off.
[she's not even inside (yet), standing across the dusty road and glaring at it. her remark is for whomever is near her.]
It's not been like that before. It's changed. But I didn't see it change at all.
o3. chubacabra (fcfs)
No! AH--
[turns out the spell Hold Person only works on...y'know. people. it's a terrible thing to discover when one is being accosted by a horrid, bloodsucking creature, but that appears to be Cecelia's fate, seeing as she couldn't outrun it and now has the monster latched onto her leg - one that will not let go despite her desperate kicking at it in the sand.]
o4. eyes (ota)
[oh, this is horrid. revolting. Cecelia doesn't like it, in fact!]
No, no... No, none of this is precisely the same. This isn't a proper loop at all. [she's muttering aloud, drumming her pen against the dining hall table, her leg anxiously moving underneath it, eyes fixed down on her notepad.
see, if she keeps her eyes down here, she doesn't look up and see the Horrors peeking around at her.
she'll look up if she hears someone's footsteps, however, shooting a fast glance toward them to scrutinize them before her gaze darts back down.]
Mm. There's still food remaining. Take what you like.
cecelia ardenbury - an oc - ota
o2. diner (ota)
o3. chubacabra (fcfs)
o4. eyes (ota)