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There was music. There was always music, oh how it soothed, how it pleased the ear. Someone was fond of music, of the lilting notes and the divine voices of one trained in the art of performance - so high and strong that the glass on the tables vibrated just enough to be impressive rather than a mess in the making. Even then there was music, though the melody seemed lost, forgotten, discarded; but not just music, there was something else just as pleasant. Heat. Warmth. She was smiling, was she not? Might it have been the one time she truly meant it? 

Blue lights beaming their rays onto her, bringing a comfort that blended with the soft tones of that sweet music; a serenade played just for her ears. Was this paradise? Heaven? Had she been so blessed, with such saccharine sounds and a warm belly? But always the music stops, the singing voice replaced by hushed whispers and a shrill scream that wasn't familiar. The warmth returned but not in her belly, but her mouth as those blue lights burn brighter before the only sound is dulled to nothing. That warmth brought no comfort, but there was something about it...something that was just so...

[i]familiar[/i]

Why was it damp? 

As before there was a scream, but this one was not nearly as shrill as the one that ended the music, but it was far more clear, far closer than any sound she had heard before. First, however, there was movement. It was as if she had taken a trip, but that was impossible, no properly trained lady would ever fall over her own feet. The screaming is what brought her back, opened a dim pair of blue eyes to a crimson sight. 

That explained the dampness in one quick glance. Somehow she had been taken away from the comfort of music and the warmth of...whatever that was and brought to the discomfort of corpses and horrific scenery and the watery pools that lay at the base of the mountains of flesh, bone, and junk. A shaking hand turns before her eyes and is met not with the familiar ivory but with a stain marring what was once such flawless skin. That same hand moved closer, touching sunken cheeks and leaving behind five simple streaks of sickly fluids. 

The realization settled in after a moment's consideration, unaided by the loud screaming that was suddenly much clearer and much more understandable. A slow craning of her neck had her eyes settle on another figure, the shape of a male - but who could really tell amidst corpses - asking simple questions. The bodies near his feet slid down towards the same pool she found herself in, no doubt she was amongst that number not too long ago. So it is the fault of this curious, confused boy that she was now covered in a fine coat of what she could only hope was [i]just[/i] blood. 

Before a confrontation, the blonde woman - though with hair now stringy and stained with red - quickly grabbed at her other hand, hoping that it was still there and, if so, that it had remained unpilfered. A soft sigh of relief from her lips as thin fingers closed around a once sparkling, beautiful accessory. Things were looking up already; losing that would have simply made the woman want nothing more than to lay back into the pool, face first this time, and bring about her own undoing. 

The presence of a ring on her finger was soothing, calming, though it did little to alleviate the lingering worry and confusion. Questions for a later time, surely. More important was determining motor functions. Her hands were fine and slowly she rose to her feet, both of them having been submerged. Had she been wearing boots - no...wait...she was in finely cobbled heels, wasn't she? - or indeed any footwear at all she might have been saved the feeling of this bloody soup between her toes...but alas she was not so fortunate. 

She stood, her toes wiggling and making small ripples, and took a step. She didn't tumble. She didn't trip. She could move, slowly for now, but wading was better than nothing at all. 

With those concerns out of the way, her ears began picking up other sounds. Words. Motions. Questions. Answers. 

[color=orchid][i]"H...Hello? Who...Who are you...people?"[/i][/color] she asked, but only in her head. She opened her mouth to speak, to question, but no words left those lips. All that came out, all that she heard, were sounds not unlike a growl from a beast that vaguely sounded like questions from the inflection of her guttural noises. 

[color=orchid][i]"Can anybody hear me?"[/i][/color] Her watery growl pegged again, asking no intelligible question and expecting nothing in return. 

Her body being covered in blood seemed now to be the least of her concerns.