[ The first thing you notice when you arrive at this particular section of the tunnels is the cold. It's really freaking cold. The second thing you notice are the bodies.
That's a lot of bodies, all reptile looking. Upon closer examination it might even be noticed that they don't seem to be physically hurt in any way, but they're all very dead nonetheless.
The third think you notice, if you dwell for long enough in that corpse-ridden section, is the young woman sitting against to a wall, eyes closed and breath uneven. She inhales quickly from the nose and exhales shakily from her mouth, counting each breathe in what barely constitutes a whisper.
She's also completely unharmed. ]
iii. trapped in a... （ ｄ ｅ ｖ ｉ ｌ × ｉ ｎ × ａ × ｂ ｏ ｘ ）
[ She's never been clauthrophobic, but the fact she's stranded god knows where and the elevator just died on her with an odd jerk that suggest the cables holding it in place aren't particularly well cared for are making Mia a bit nervous. Nervous enough to slide against a wall and cover her face with her hands as she tries to keep her breathing even and not let her less personable side sneak out from the cracks of her person, because she's not alone in the elevator and because she might accidentally send them all down to the floor, a good five levels underneath them. ]
This isn't how it goes in the movies. Someone would've already opened a panel on the ceiling and we would be climbing some stairs or- or something.
[ Talking doesn't help even, so she stops. What wouldn't she give for some familiar, solid ground and a hot cup of tea. ]
Well, this is actually happening, right? Portals and monsters and magic and whatnot. Somehow this isn't how I saw my day going.
Nonetheless, I feel the obligation to offer my services. As a psychiatrist, my particular set of skills is certainly not as immediately useful as others might, but if anyone ever needs to talk, then that's basically all I'm good at. Certified even.
v. wildcard （ ｔ ｅ ａ ｔ ｉ ｍ ｅ ）
[ Nothing like a good cup of boiling hot, ultra dark tea to calm the nerves and render her tongue incapable of distinguishing between flavors for a solid couple of hours.
Mia can be found sitting by... literally anywhere calm enough, seriously, holding the paper cup between her hands and seeping while her eyes scan the surroundings. This is going to take time getting used to, not to mention she's still trying to get used to being herself, weird as it sounds.
If she sees someone approaching she'll shrink a bit, but maybe what she needs is a good conversation to get her mind out of the current train wreck. ]
mia hawthorne * original character
[ The first thing you notice when you arrive at this particular section of the tunnels is the cold. It's really freaking cold. The second thing you notice are the bodies.
That's a lot of bodies, all reptile looking. Upon closer examination it might even be noticed that they don't seem to be physically hurt in any way, but they're all very dead nonetheless.
The third think you notice, if you dwell for long enough in that corpse-ridden section, is the young woman sitting against to a wall, eyes closed and breath uneven. She inhales quickly from the nose and exhales shakily from her mouth, counting each breathe in what barely constitutes a whisper.
She's also completely unharmed. ]
iii. trapped in a... （ ｄ ｅ ｖ ｉ ｌ × ｉ ｎ × ａ × ｂ ｏ ｘ ）
[ She's never been clauthrophobic, but the fact she's stranded god knows where and the elevator just died on her with an odd jerk that suggest the cables holding it in place aren't particularly well cared for are making Mia a bit nervous. Nervous enough to slide against a wall and cover her face with her hands as she tries to keep her breathing even and not let her less personable side sneak out from the cracks of her person, because she's not alone in the elevator and because she might accidentally send them all down to the floor, a good five levels underneath them. ]
This isn't how it goes in the movies. Someone would've already opened a panel on the ceiling and we would be climbing some stairs or- or something.
[ Talking doesn't help even, so she stops. What wouldn't she give for some familiar, solid ground and a hot cup of tea. ]
iv. network （ ｔ ｈ ｅ × ｖ ｏ ｉ ｄ × ｓ ｔ ａ ｒ ｅ ｓ × ｂ ａ ｃ ｋ ）
un: mia
Well, this is actually happening, right? Portals and monsters and magic and whatnot. Somehow this isn't how I saw my day going.
Nonetheless, I feel the obligation to offer my services. As a psychiatrist, my particular set of skills is certainly not as immediately useful as others might, but if anyone ever needs to talk, then that's basically all I'm good at. Certified even.
v. wildcard （ ｔ ｅ ａ ｔ ｉ ｍ ｅ ）
[ Nothing like a good cup of boiling hot, ultra dark tea to calm the nerves and render her tongue incapable of distinguishing between flavors for a solid couple of hours.
Mia can be found sitting by... literally anywhere calm enough, seriously, holding the paper cup between her hands and seeping while her eyes scan the surroundings. This is going to take time getting used to, not to mention she's still trying to get used to being herself, weird as it sounds.
If she sees someone approaching she'll shrink a bit, but maybe what she needs is a good conversation to get her mind out of the current train wreck. ]