[ Sarah comes awake with a gasp and instinctively reaches around to feel the spots on her back that she's sure must be bleeding after she was raked across the ground. It seemed so real, and yet she feels unhurt. Only very, very confused, not to mention pissed off. She follows the music to the blessings basket and stares blankly at what's inside—remnants of her life, some food, a typed letter. The letter ends up crumpled in one hand as she makes her way to the front door and looks out onto quiet streets. The scenery looks familiar enough: small town, northeast, it could almost be a Toronto suburb. But it isn't. It isn't, and she begins to panic. ]
Hey! [ She walks down the front steps and out onto the sidewalk, looking around for something, someone. Her voice is low and rough, working-class English. The leather jacket and tight black jeans don't exactly look like they belong on this suburban street. She begins to half run after the first person she sees, reaching out to yank them roughly around to face her. ] Hey, what the fuck's going on!
ii. party
[ It's been long enough for her to calm down, a little bit, and the party atmosphere is certainly helping her relax. Sure, she doesn't know anyone, but she's never needed to know the people she's hanging with. The champagne's helping a lot. She's never exactly been a bubbly girl, she prefers harder drinks, something she can really get lost in—but the champagne seems to be doing it for her tonight, and she's grinning, laughing even, as she enjoys the party atmosphere. ]
This is... this is amazing. [ The way she says it is almost like a question, like she can't believe herself, and it kind of is. How can she be having such a great time when she's just been ripped away from her family, her kid, everyone? And yet here she is. She even raises her glass to whoever's nearby. What the hell, right? ]
iii. midnight
[ Sarah's got her arm thrown around someone's back, loose and comfortable, as the countdown starts. She has no idea who they are, but what the hell, right? She can kiss someone. It's midnight, innit, the new year, so who cares what she does? Who she does? She deserves to have some fun. Some time off from all the bullshit.
As the countdown finishes, she's ready for the real party to start, but she's interrupted by a scream coming from just a couple feet away as someone grabs for the nearest knife and plunges it into the shoulder of the person they'd been dancing with up until that very moment. Sarah reacts before she can consciously think about what she's doing, taking several quick steps back and almost bumping into whoever might be standing nearby. She can hear more screams coming from different points around the countdown clock, and there's a table full of goddamn weapons sitting right there that somehow she never noticed. ]
We need to get out of here. [ Said to whoever's around and looking, you know, sane. ]
iv. wildcard
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[ Sarah comes awake with a gasp and instinctively reaches around to feel the spots on her back that she's sure must be bleeding after she was raked across the ground. It seemed so real, and yet she feels unhurt. Only very, very confused, not to mention pissed off. She follows the music to the blessings basket and stares blankly at what's inside—remnants of her life, some food, a typed letter. The letter ends up crumpled in one hand as she makes her way to the front door and looks out onto quiet streets. The scenery looks familiar enough: small town, northeast, it could almost be a Toronto suburb. But it isn't. It isn't, and she begins to panic. ]
Hey! [ She walks down the front steps and out onto the sidewalk, looking around for something, someone. Her voice is low and rough, working-class English. The leather jacket and tight black jeans don't exactly look like they belong on this suburban street. She begins to half run after the first person she sees, reaching out to yank them roughly around to face her. ] Hey, what the fuck's going on!
ii. party
[ It's been long enough for her to calm down, a little bit, and the party atmosphere is certainly helping her relax. Sure, she doesn't know anyone, but she's never needed to know the people she's hanging with. The champagne's helping a lot. She's never exactly been a bubbly girl, she prefers harder drinks, something she can really get lost in—but the champagne seems to be doing it for her tonight, and she's grinning, laughing even, as she enjoys the party atmosphere. ]
This is... this is amazing. [ The way she says it is almost like a question, like she can't believe herself, and it kind of is. How can she be having such a great time when she's just been ripped away from her family, her kid, everyone? And yet here she is. She even raises her glass to whoever's nearby. What the hell, right? ]
iii. midnight
[ Sarah's got her arm thrown around someone's back, loose and comfortable, as the countdown starts. She has no idea who they are, but what the hell, right? She can kiss someone. It's midnight, innit, the new year, so who cares what she does? Who she does? She deserves to have some fun. Some time off from all the bullshit.
As the countdown finishes, she's ready for the real party to start, but she's interrupted by a scream coming from just a couple feet away as someone grabs for the nearest knife and plunges it into the shoulder of the person they'd been dancing with up until that very moment. Sarah reacts before she can consciously think about what she's doing, taking several quick steps back and almost bumping into whoever might be standing nearby. She can hear more screams coming from different points around the countdown clock, and there's a table full of goddamn weapons sitting right there that somehow she never noticed. ]
We need to get out of here. [ Said to whoever's around and looking, you know, sane. ]
iv. wildcard
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