The One Eyed Bandit
rotworm
You don't remember much, or, rather, you aren't sure where you are. You aren't sure how you got there. And you certainly aren't sure what's going on. In other words, you've found yourself in a situation beyond your understanding.
Mondays...
You've squeezed your eyes shut, apparently, the telltale red of light-penetrated skin filling your vision, unchanging, and unmoving. Perhaps you're staring at the sun? Did you fall asleep outside, somewhere, only to be roused by the sun's rays the next day? Well, you suppose, there's only really one way to find out. Hesitantly, and with a few failings, you manage to force your eyelids apart, flooding your vision with the blinding rays coming down upon you. It was a lamp. An obscenely bright lamp. Shocked, although you should have been expecting such a sight, you throw yourself onto your side. Only to come tumbling off the platform upon which you lay. Honestly, the fall was a lot less punishing than you expected. Or at least, you thought it was, but with your bleary state of being your own senses weren't the most trustworthy thing in the world. In fact, the loud, echoing whack that resounded throughout the room as you made your impact attested exactly to the opposite. But, again, to your sleep addled senses, such things mattered little, all you cared about was the fact that the fall onto the worn, tiled floor didn't hurt in the slightest.
"Ha!" You hear a voice, a feminine one, sound out from the leftmost wall of the room. "Graceful, huh, do you always get out of bed like that?" Stiffly, as if your body wasn't quite as awake as you want it to be, you attempt to turn your body towards the source of the voice. Unfortunately though, all you can manage is to roll onto your other side, a moment followed by an unbecoming, loud groan as you flip yourself over. Much to your behest, the image you're presented with doesn't present much more sight on the woman than your previous view. Partially obscured by a set of metal bars that you can only assume made up the frame of your 'bed', you're only able to make out the legs of your company, clad in a pair of dusty suit-pants, and some leather boots, for which you're unable to figure out if they're stylish, or just tacky.
"Hey, my face is up he-" Speaking out again, the woman seems quick to complain, quicker than she herself would like, as she cuts herself short halfway through voicing her grievance. "Actually, in your state that's probably a bit too much to ask..." Correcting herself, she can't seem to help but sigh. In response to her own words, then woman groans, slightly, as she hoists herself up from her seat, one apparently composed of several over seats stacked upon eachother, not unlike what you used to do in primary school. Pushing herself from that perch, the woman drops to the ground deftly, contrasting your agonizingly loud fall like day to night, and makes her way over to you. Coming to a stop only a pace or two away from your body, and pushing the bed between you aside, she drops into a crouch, though you're still unable to make out much.
"Well, I suppose introductions are in order." She speaks tiredly, as she produces what looks like a mirror from a clip on her belt. "I'm... Houjou. I suppose you can call me that." Pausing for a moment, in which you can't help but feel like she's eying you, she brings the mirror closer to you, but not quite close enough for you to face. "And you're... Well... I guess it would just be easier to show you." A note of hesitation in her voice, she brings the mirror up to your face.
"Try not to scream, OK?"
What do you see?
[ ] A corpse, charred and burnt beyond recognition.
[ ] A body, it’s features discolored and bloated.
[ ] A 'person', comprised merely of a skeleton, and unbelievably pale skin, as if drained to the bone.
"Though in your state, I'd be impressed if you even could..."
Mondays...
You've squeezed your eyes shut, apparently, the telltale red of light-penetrated skin filling your vision, unchanging, and unmoving. Perhaps you're staring at the sun? Did you fall asleep outside, somewhere, only to be roused by the sun's rays the next day? Well, you suppose, there's only really one way to find out. Hesitantly, and with a few failings, you manage to force your eyelids apart, flooding your vision with the blinding rays coming down upon you. It was a lamp. An obscenely bright lamp. Shocked, although you should have been expecting such a sight, you throw yourself onto your side. Only to come tumbling off the platform upon which you lay. Honestly, the fall was a lot less punishing than you expected. Or at least, you thought it was, but with your bleary state of being your own senses weren't the most trustworthy thing in the world. In fact, the loud, echoing whack that resounded throughout the room as you made your impact attested exactly to the opposite. But, again, to your sleep addled senses, such things mattered little, all you cared about was the fact that the fall onto the worn, tiled floor didn't hurt in the slightest.
"Ha!" You hear a voice, a feminine one, sound out from the leftmost wall of the room. "Graceful, huh, do you always get out of bed like that?" Stiffly, as if your body wasn't quite as awake as you want it to be, you attempt to turn your body towards the source of the voice. Unfortunately though, all you can manage is to roll onto your other side, a moment followed by an unbecoming, loud groan as you flip yourself over. Much to your behest, the image you're presented with doesn't present much more sight on the woman than your previous view. Partially obscured by a set of metal bars that you can only assume made up the frame of your 'bed', you're only able to make out the legs of your company, clad in a pair of dusty suit-pants, and some leather boots, for which you're unable to figure out if they're stylish, or just tacky.
"Hey, my face is up he-" Speaking out again, the woman seems quick to complain, quicker than she herself would like, as she cuts herself short halfway through voicing her grievance. "Actually, in your state that's probably a bit too much to ask..." Correcting herself, she can't seem to help but sigh. In response to her own words, then woman groans, slightly, as she hoists herself up from her seat, one apparently composed of several over seats stacked upon eachother, not unlike what you used to do in primary school. Pushing herself from that perch, the woman drops to the ground deftly, contrasting your agonizingly loud fall like day to night, and makes her way over to you. Coming to a stop only a pace or two away from your body, and pushing the bed between you aside, she drops into a crouch, though you're still unable to make out much.
"Well, I suppose introductions are in order." She speaks tiredly, as she produces what looks like a mirror from a clip on her belt. "I'm... Houjou. I suppose you can call me that." Pausing for a moment, in which you can't help but feel like she's eying you, she brings the mirror closer to you, but not quite close enough for you to face. "And you're... Well... I guess it would just be easier to show you." A note of hesitation in her voice, she brings the mirror up to your face.
"Try not to scream, OK?"
What do you see?
[ ] A corpse, charred and burnt beyond recognition.
[ ] A body, it’s features discolored and bloated.
[ ] A 'person', comprised merely of a skeleton, and unbelievably pale skin, as if drained to the bone.
"Though in your state, I'd be impressed if you even could..."
