[Justine is calm when she first opens her eyes. She inhales a short breath, feeling the red dust embed itself into her lungs. She doesn't cough or turn away, the only change is the flinch that follows the burning pain at the dusts presences. She exhales a long breath next and the pain begins to ebb. In and out; she slowly finds a cadence.
Her fingers move next, twitching at her side as her thoughts struggled to pull into clarity. Justine feels the familiar darkness at the edge of her mind. Dark words and desires are whispered too her; confusion and panic mingling with anger and hate. She slowly pushes the hazy voices away but with nothing else to focus on she struggles. The voice's aren't as clear as usual and Justine finds a balance just as she's pulled away from the red dust and washed. A dark calculating stare sweeps over the new setting as the fabric of the jumpsuit clings to her curvy frame. The device is placed in her hand and Justine looks down at the screen.
'No voices, no talking, only the insanity of complete silence.'
Justine doesn't know what hell she's found herself in but one name balances on her lips.]
Thomas. [Will it be the last time she's able to say his name aloud? Her voice is filled with longing, regret and pain. She'd endure anything for him, even what lays before her here.]
Caught me unawares
[Nightmares are a constant in Justine's life but she isn't ready for the dreams that plague her in the Quiet Place. They were... happy.
The first night begins with her and Thomas, alone in his room. They're sitting together on his bed and talking about books: The Hobbit, Harry Potter, Anne Rice and so on. Justine is wearing one of Thomas's shirts that has Buffy the Vampire Slayer written over top of a picture of a spunky blonde teen. Thomas is in his underwear and lounging lazily across the bed. His hair is dark like Justine's and his skin pale. He's shaped like an adonis, carved perfectly from stone.
Justine watches the memory from the corner, her dark eyes unfocused as she watches the simple moment.
This happiness won't last.]
Wild Card
[ooc: Feel free to run into Justine anywhere. Also if you want to experience one of her nightmares I'd be down for writing that up. It'll involve vampires, torture, sex, mind control and things like that. I'm easy and up for whatever. I'm also on plur mizuyoko. For those who know the canon, Justine is taken right before Thomas almost kills her.]
Justine | the Dresden Files
Her fingers move next, twitching at her side as her thoughts struggled to pull into clarity. Justine feels the familiar darkness at the edge of her mind. Dark words and desires are whispered too her; confusion and panic mingling with anger and hate. She slowly pushes the hazy voices away but with nothing else to focus on she struggles. The voice's aren't as clear as usual and Justine finds a balance just as she's pulled away from the red dust and washed. A dark calculating stare sweeps over the new setting as the fabric of the jumpsuit clings to her curvy frame. The device is placed in her hand and Justine looks down at the screen.
'No voices, no talking, only the insanity of complete silence.'
Justine doesn't know what hell she's found herself in but one name balances on her lips.]
Thomas. [Will it be the last time she's able to say his name aloud? Her voice is filled with longing, regret and pain. She'd endure anything for him, even what lays before her here.]
Caught me unawares
The first night begins with her and Thomas, alone in his room. They're sitting together on his bed and talking about books: The Hobbit, Harry Potter, Anne Rice and so on. Justine is wearing one of Thomas's shirts that has Buffy the Vampire Slayer written over top of a picture of a spunky blonde teen. Thomas is in his underwear and lounging lazily across the bed. His hair is dark like Justine's and his skin pale. He's shaped like an adonis, carved perfectly from stone.
Justine watches the memory from the corner, her dark eyes unfocused as she watches the simple moment.
This happiness won't last.]
Wild Card