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..... Cabin/Main Hall -> Party
The building she was in seemed both familiar yet almost alien to her, dimly lit and crowded with all manner of objects just beyond her vision, which appeared as shapeless shadows that lost their form the longer you tried to make sense of them. Confused and uncertain of where she was, Fiona stumbled through room after room, banging doors aside in anger and on the edge of panic, never stopping long as she glanced around each one without taking anything in, yet almost growling in frustration as she failed to find whatever she was looking for.
There was a faint whisper at the edge of hearing, which did little else but drive her onwards in her search, most likely seeking its source, perhaps or attempting to silence it instead. The rooms were all different yet so similar at the same time, even if she couldn't explain why to herself. As she moved through each and onto the next, her eyes darted wildly from corner to corner in search of whatever it was she was rushing to find, and every time she failed to do so, many fiery and ever-inventive curses passed her lips.
The whispers were growing louder but still just beyond hearing, and as if to highlight her inability to make sense of them, a faint dripping sound had begun to accompany them. She couldn't tell if the drops were falling far away or right in front of her because every time she tried to focus on the sound, it felt as if the noise was either overwhelming or vanished entirely for several moments before creeping back to the edge of hearing. The whispers had done that at first as well, fading in and out as she'd gone from room to room, half convincing her that she was either moving further away or closer to them till, at last, she realised they were following her.
As she passed through one of the doorframes, her fingers lingered and felt cool and damp to the touch as they smeared something dark on the surface. Though her hand and eyes lingered sometimes against the different materials of each, the stone or metal felt out of place compared to the wood or peeling paint she'd expected. The rooms had become increasingly tattered and worn as she continued, and it felt as if she'd been descending through whatever structure she'd found herself in, despite having yet to find any stairs; yet, she knew her path was leading downwards. The air was cooler, and sometimes, as she left a room, she could see her breath mist before her, but it was only that — a single breath of uncertainty, and then it was gone.
She found herself moving down a corridor with no memory of how she came to be there; the walls were lined with cracked and rusted lights that looked to have leapt straight out of a haunted mansion. The lights spluttered and died as she approached, causing her to break into a run as she tried to stand in their pale light; her steps brought her closer to them each time before she managed at last to glimpse the crusted blood that caked her hands.
Her eyes were wide and confused as she stared at the knife that she clung onto so hard her knuckles were white, while the fresh blood dripped off the tip - red as black cherries in the sickly light of the flickering bulbs. Her footsteps had slowed, but she was still moving quickly as the endless corridor was replaced with a shadowy room without visible edges. The tiled floor beneath her echoed loudly in her ears, accompanied by the slamming of multiple doors, as she tried to stop and regain her bearings.
Skidding on the tiles that were slippery and wet, she felt herself jerk uncomfortably in hopes of maintaining her balance before crashing hard onto the floor; pain flared in her limbs as they took the brunt of the fall. Resting on her hands and knees, she stared at the smeared blood that she'd slipped on and followed the pool to where an unknown light shone down upon a lifeless body, her knife now buried deep with its heart while its sightless eyes stared at her in accusation. She tried to scrabble away, her hands refusing to find purchase on the tiled floor as the whispers that had dogged her through his accursed place began to grow louder while more bodies started to claw their way through the walls and floor around her, their arms outstretched and their mouths drawn in screams.
The roar of their vitriolic attacks became deafening in the near darkness, while her vision blurred and spun as memories flashed before her eyes, growing faster and faster until they began to merge into a never-ending torrent of past misdeeds.
She woke harshly to the sharp pain of falling onto the hardwood floor of her cabin, the room shifting in and out of focus as she slowly regained consciousness, her eyes still feeling groggy and blurry.
"Arse..." she groaned, her face half sticking against the floor, causing her words to mumble out of her lips.
Shifting a little to try and push herself up, she felt the bite of overexerted muscles flare, not at all helped by the fall, even if it had thankfully freed her from sleep. Scrabbling a little on the smooth hardwood floor, she was able to drag herself to a sitting position. After a moment or two to catch her breath and glare around her room with bleary eyes, she reached towards her bedside table where there was a bottle with some dregs still remaining from the previous night; the amber liquid glinted from the fading rays of sunlight poking through the partially closed curtains. Pulling it over to her, she fell back onto the floor, quickly unscrewed the lid, and downed what was left in a rush.
"Aw, feck." She shuddered a little as the last gulp of whiskey burned her throat, her face twisting into a warm smile.
After letting the memories of whatever nightmarish place she'd dreamed of fade to a distorted mess as it often did, she clambered to her feet and headed towards the bathroom of her cabin. She plonked the bottle down on the side of the bench with a loud noise that she partially regretted, even if she rarely suffered hangovers long, if at all.
Stepping into the shower, she breathed a sigh of relief as the scalding water helped to ease the stiffness in her muscles. Fiona had managed to sleep away most of the day, having drank herself into a stupor the day before, but then again, she was never exactly a morning person at the best of times. The only reason she was getting herself out of bed before lunchtime since her arrival had been primarily because Nell had usually barged into her cabin and dragged her kicking and screaming to go running around camp. She both loved and hated the girl in equal measure, not just because Nell never ran out of energy and took a lot to keep up with, but also because Fiona wasn't used to having someone so actively there in her life, which was somewhat jarring. While she'd been at camp for some time now and had helped where she could with the repairs, though others had certainly done far more than she ever could in that regard, and she'd not exactly mingled very well with most of them.
She stood there, zoning out with her eyes closed, enjoying the warm while she wondered if she'd managed to sleep through any plans with Duke or someone else before her head snapped up and her eyes sprang open; a groan of annoyance parted her lips, and she leaned her head against the misted glass. She gave it a light tap with each word
"Bollocks, bollocks, bollocks." Of course, today was New Year's Eve, which brought with it many complications, all of which she'd completely and utterly forgotten about. The party that Andy had planned for them all, and Fiona couldn't remember if she'd been asked to help with the set up or do something else, but nothing was particularly forthcoming. It wasn’t like she particularly wanted to go but at the same time she’d feel guilty for not at least showing her face though she'd likely be running behind if she hadn't missed the party already. She couldn't even remember how long it had been since she'd gotten in the shower, let alone what time it was when she'd woken up. Though the sun had only just been setting, so she thought it couldn't have been too long.
After she finished up and grabbed a towel, she darted around her cabin, trying to piece together clothing and such for the night ahead, pausing with various items in hand as she was doing her best to remember what had been planned for the new year's celebration; uncertain whether she'd been told and had simply forgotten or hadn't paid attention in the first place.
Fiona dashed downstairs and poked her head out of the door of her cabin, re-thinking her idea just as she'd done it because it was the middle of winter with her standing here in naught but a towel and fully expecting to instantly regret that when someone would need to come thaw her out. But despite that, it felt almost stuffily warm outside, which was a far cry from the day before. Clearly, one of the others had been working magic behind the scenes to improve conditions. Nipping back inside and closing the door behind her, she finished drying off and proceeded to get dressed, having picked out a green flared midi dress, which she slipped over her head and covered her underwear and a pair of leggings. Once smoothed down a little, she looked herself over in the mirror before giving a twirl, which felt utterly ridiculous but at the same time, couldn't help but make her smile as her outfit reminded her of easier times back home, even if there were small patches on it around the edges that were either frayed or burnt.
After donning a pair of boots that ought to keep the snow off her ankles, she was now finally ready. She dashed outside, glancing briefly at the snow as it continued to fall, pausing for a moment to decide whether to grab a jacket or not, but decided to throw caution to the wind instead. Pulling the door closed, she half-jogged towards the centre of camp, which thankfully didn't take her long. She did wonder if she ought to have knocked on Duke's door on her way past, thinking that perhaps he'd either forgotten, as she had or was simply running late, but instead, she figured he must already be there somewhere.
The party itself was certainly awe-inspiring, given that it wasn't anything like this the day before, though she was a little wary of the bonfire, making sure to keep her distance as her eyes got a little lost in the flickering flames. Before she could take in much more of what was on offer, she heard a loud and joyous cry of
"Forget king, I am the Queen of the world!" which couldn't help but make her chuckle at her friend's antics. Making her wonder if she might not loosen up a bit towards the more childlike activities herself and enjoy welcoming in the new year in chaos. Scanning around those already here, she thought that Nell was possibly the only other person she'd actively socialised with beyond cursory greetings since the camp had all but imploded, and then she spotted another familiar face.
Regardless of what her plans were next going to be, though perhaps a bit of sledding was exactly what was needed, her first stop was towards the bar, and perhaps a bit of food, given her stomach was already beginning to rumble after being mostly ignored all day. She paused by the food, standing next to Duke, on the other side from Iliana, and pointing towards the plate of cookies.
”Sure where else would I find you, eh? Save one for me, will ya Duke? I’m utterly starved, and that’ll make a good dessert. If the look o’bliss on your face is anything to go by.” she reached over and made sure to grab a plate, pulling a quick assortment of warm food onto it before stepping around Duke, and just about avoiding crashing into the other girl
”Hello, it's Iliana, right? Sorry ‘bout that.” she smiled apologetically before turning and walking backwards in the direction of the bar.
”Just as parched as well, do either of ya wanna a drink?” She continued to step backwards as she waited for Duke or Iliana’s response and downed a few bites before turning round, she reached it.
As she filled a glass with whiskey on ice, with the complete intention of doing a one hundred and eighty point turn back towards more food, she glanced over at the other person near the bar, his own glass raised in what she at first thought was a mock salute, until she followed his gaze to where he seemed to be watching a few of the other campers, two of which seemed newly arrived, gathered around one of the games that were setup. Well, focused on one camper in particular, given how lost to the world he appeared. Though her mind had been more focused on the drinks themselves as she'd barely registered that he was even there, till she was standing almost next to him.
Taking a sip of her drink to wash down her last hurried bite, she turned to look up at him before speaking
"Whatcha doin' Sylas? And what do you think of this whiskey?" her Irish accent softened the slight teasing tone of her voice, with her second question half serving as an out from his unabashed staring. Either she’d get an answer or not, then she could re-fill her drink and sort ones for the other two as well and head back.
Interactions .....|..... Sylas, Duke, Iliana ............... Mentions .....|..... Nell, Wes ............... Collabs .....|..... None
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