Snippet #1421654

Kira Fenris

Kira sat upright quickly, a thin layer of sweat coating her forehead. She groaned as she slumped forward, clutching her head in her hands. What happened last night? She thought hard back to the night before, not remembering much beside the nightmare and waking up because of it. Suddenly, it hit her, she was in a new room, and not naked as she had been previously. In fact, she saw all her things piled in the open drawers of her dresser. Slowly, she looked down at her arms and her eyes widened when she saw them. A few quickly healing scratches still riddled her arms from the transformation. She gasped and flung herself out of bed, looking down at her legs. A few bandages covered her legs and she could feel the bandage on her back. She ran into her bathroom and slammed her fists down onto the counter. In the mirror, she saw her hair in a wild mess and a small scratch running across her forehead. She stepped back and leaned onto the wall, sliding down to sit on the floor after a moment. She took deep breaths and tried to stop her shaking.
After a few moments, she stood up and turned the bath on. She stripped herself of all clothing, all bandages and stepped into the hot water. She sat and leaned against the back of the tub. After taking a deep breath she slid down until her whole body was submerged. She stayed this way for as long as she could before popping her head out of the water and taking deep, gasping breaths. She grabbed a bar of soap and cleaned herself quickly. She stepped out of the bath and let the water drain. She grabbed a towel and dried herself, taking care not to agitate any of her wounds.
She dropped the towel on the floor and walked into her room, naked. She grabbed an over-sized white t-shirt and some baggy gray sweats. She also grabbed some undergarments, slipping them on before putting on the other clothing. She completed her outfit with a pair of bright green socks and her tan slippers. She walked over to her door and leaned on it, jiggling the doorknob, expecting it to be locked. Instead, the door flew open and she stumbled out of the room, falling to the hall-floor with a thud.


Shane Blare White

Shane snapped his eyes open, taking a deep breath. For a moment, he figured he was still in his usual room, until he sat up and sunlight hit his closed eyes. He turned away before opening his eyes and looking around the new room. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed. Where was he? Suddenly, the memory of the past night hit him. The blood, the dead guard slumped against the wall, the other guard calling for help.
His head quickly met his hands with a quiet smacking sound. He took a deep breath and let one hand drop, rubbing his eyes with the other. He stretched, groaning at the slight soreness he still felt from his wings growing from his back. Relaxing, he walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on. He undressed and got into the shower, allowing the warm water to flow over his head and back. With a sigh he cleaned himself quickly and shut the water off after rinsing himself. He stepped out of the shower and dried himself with a towel. He wrapped the towel around his waist and walked into his room, grabbing a pair of dark jeans and a white button down shirt. He reached into a higher drawer and pulled out boxers, slipping them on quickly. He quickly put his clothes on and put a pair of black skate shoes on.
He ran a hand through his disheveled hair and opened his door. He looked down the hall and saw a group of people. He walked down the hall towards them.