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- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Adventure, mystery, fandom, superpower
"Ha, sounds like he really cared about you."
Isabella clutched at her teddy bear again, nodding slightly as Eustace went on for a bit. Despite aiming to keep quiet as he spoke, she couldn’t help but argue, “You can’t beat him though…”
As he went quiet, drifting off, Isabella still holding onto her waking thoughts, rolled over a bit. Forming a slight depression in the waterbed from her weight, the air of the van still stunk of dust, now mingled with the sweat of the two kids who hadn’t bothered to bathe. But compared to the sterile environment she knew, only ever scented with blood, it felt full. The cold, waterproof sheets and stiff bed seemed to resist her presence, but here, no matter how she oriented herself, the waterbed shifted to accommodate her. It was as though she had something of a place here, and that was where she would fall asleep.
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The alleyways remained dark even as further horizons became brighter. But with time, light did finally reach the broken van where Eustace and Isabella slept. Cracking an eye open, Isabella was met with colors she’d never seen on waking before. A brief panic washed over her, and she shot to attention, arm going straight to push herself up. It was then when two things came to her. One was the realization of where she’d fallen asleep yesterday: a safe place, all things considered. Secondly: pain. That of her body suddenly moving after having been rendered supremely stiff from perhaps one of the most restful sleeps she’d ever had. Letting out a grunt, Isabella collapsed awkwardly, before stirring again, this time slower, as to better adjust, stretching away her stiffness as she moved to a sitting position.
Isabella clutched at her teddy bear again, nodding slightly as Eustace went on for a bit. Despite aiming to keep quiet as he spoke, she couldn’t help but argue, “You can’t beat him though…”
As he went quiet, drifting off, Isabella still holding onto her waking thoughts, rolled over a bit. Forming a slight depression in the waterbed from her weight, the air of the van still stunk of dust, now mingled with the sweat of the two kids who hadn’t bothered to bathe. But compared to the sterile environment she knew, only ever scented with blood, it felt full. The cold, waterproof sheets and stiff bed seemed to resist her presence, but here, no matter how she oriented herself, the waterbed shifted to accommodate her. It was as though she had something of a place here, and that was where she would fall asleep.
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The alleyways remained dark even as further horizons became brighter. But with time, light did finally reach the broken van where Eustace and Isabella slept. Cracking an eye open, Isabella was met with colors she’d never seen on waking before. A brief panic washed over her, and she shot to attention, arm going straight to push herself up. It was then when two things came to her. One was the realization of where she’d fallen asleep yesterday: a safe place, all things considered. Secondly: pain. That of her body suddenly moving after having been rendered supremely stiff from perhaps one of the most restful sleeps she’d ever had. Letting out a grunt, Isabella collapsed awkwardly, before stirring again, this time slower, as to better adjust, stretching away her stiffness as she moved to a sitting position.