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This place is so strange. Carrie can't recall what happened. . . she remember a fire, and blood. Momma. With a shudder, she rises to her feet. Is this Heaven? She feels her heart race exponentially. One street town, empty. Maybe this is purgatory. Or Hell. Maybe Momma was right, maybe she was a witch. . . maybe.

"H-hello?" her voice came out meek. No one would be able to hear that. Stepping carefully, she observes her new surroundings. With a gasp, she sees some kid's abandoned tricycle tremor. She's nervous. What if someone sees? Biting her lip, she stills the tricycle and walks on, hoping someone will show up.

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mordredeschain
Feb. 4th, 2010 05:03 am (UTC)
"Hile, sai!"

A thin, pale boy is sitting in a nearby hammock. He waves.
telepromqueen
Feb. 4th, 2010 05:06 am (UTC)
Relief washes over her at seeing someone else here. Eternity alone might have been a horrific prospect.

"Hello," she greets. She pulls nervously at the sleeves of her lavender cardigan. "Excuse me, but where is this place?"
mordredeschain
Feb. 4th, 2010 05:09 am (UTC)
Mordred shrugs. "Tis just a place, sai. Mayhaps Limbo, mayhaps a pause on the Path. Or mayhaps something we cannot understand at all.

"I'm Mordred. Who are you?"
telepromqueen
Feb. 4th, 2010 05:13 am (UTC)
The way he talks is strange. She always knew her mother wasn't all right in the head. But her words filled Carrie's head, ridiculous words of "Satan's Language", that Mordred here was a messenger of Him come to seduce her and take her with him. Carrie pushed it from her head. Nonsense. She knows it's nonsense.

"Carrie," she answers and wonders if she should offer a handshake. Since he didn't she decides not to. "How long have you been here? Is this it?"
mordredeschain
Feb. 4th, 2010 05:19 am (UTC)
There is more truth to that than even Mordred knows.

"Some little time now, aye. Sometimes other people are here, but not much ever happens."
telepromqueen
Feb. 4th, 2010 05:26 am (UTC)
"Only sometimes? How many? Can I meet them?" She feels apprehensive as the words leave her mouth. She's never been very good with people. Or maybe people have just never been good with her. Either way, she's anxious.

Carrie is still confused about this place and is beginning to think Mordred probably doesn't know too much more than she does.
mordredeschain
Feb. 4th, 2010 05:32 am (UTC)
"Haven't been counting, sai. And I'm sure you'll meet them before too long."
walker_61
Feb. 9th, 2010 05:26 am (UTC)
Peter had been strolling down one of the alleyways, his hands trailing along the walls on either side of him and he stopped when he heard a girl's voice. She sounded shy -- no, meek seemed like a better term.

"Hi there," Peter peeked out from behind one of the buildings and casually smiled to her. He didn't want to scare her. Not this one.
telepromqueen
Feb. 9th, 2010 08:11 am (UTC)
Carrie starts when she hears Pete's voice, laughing off the scare nervously.

"You scared me," she admits and pauses a moment. "Hi," she greets, "maybe you could tell me what this place is?" Carrie's voice is delicate, soft, nervous. She's not well with talking to strangers, let alone boys really.

She wonders if she should ask where he's going and can she go too because wherever this is, it has night and day like anyplace else, and night is settling.
walker_61
Feb. 10th, 2010 08:19 pm (UTC)
He threw his hands up in front of him and grinned slightly. "Sorry about that, I didn't mean to."

Approaching her slowly, he put his hands down and stuck them in the back pockets of his jeans, nodding his head to the surrounding buildings. "Nobody here is really sure where this is. We just sort of showed up here like you. I've heard some things here and there suggesting it might be a place called Castle Rock, but I don't know..."

He took his right hand out of his pocket and held it out to her, surprised at how gentlemanly he was suddenly being. What the hell was this?

"I'm Peter."
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