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She could feel the world spinning. She must be ill. Under her face she could feel rough cloth covering what felt like rags. The uneven movement of the surface she was laying on and the ache of her head made her keep her eyes firmly shut. Her chest hurt. Taking a deep breath she realized that her corset was still on her although it had moved and a stay was jabbing into her chest. She began to take stock of how she felt. one foot was bare and the other had the stocking still on she could feel her skirts bunched up under her legs and wrapped tightly around her knees. her knuckles and fingers hurt, stinging slightly. Her hair was in her face, not braided as she would before bed. The surface below her was slightly padded but still uncomfortable.
She felt as if everything was pitching to and fro. Slowly she began to listen there was a creak of wood and metal, and an acrid smell of oil, smoke and salt.
She slowly lifted herself to a half sitting position the small moving room she was in was once painted white but now was dirty.
Sinning on the other side of the room was a hunched figure in a black robe.
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*too tired to explain*
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I am pretty sure you meant Sitting on the other side of the room. Sinning sure gave it a different feel though and turned it into a very different story.
ReplyDeleteI wonder why ninja's felt the need to kidnap her.
"sinning in the other side of the room..." it sure does give the story a different meaning. did you really mean this? I am thinking you didn't mean this and meant "sitting" like Heather said, however, if you didn't mean "sinning" would you take it there? How does a ninja sinning look like when you see him/her? hmmm...
ReplyDeleteThe corset, the creek of wood and metal, the smell of oil, smoke, and salt puts me in a western timeline. Like it.