Date: 2022-01-20 09:06 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] samuraiwomen
Bwah...

[ She lifts her head, mussed hair and muzzy lipped from sleep. The darkness fails to arrange itself into a sensible room. Sara rubs her eyes, squinting at the figure in front of her. She can't...quite remember why she's here. It must be important...in fact...she can feel the importance on the tip of her tongue, the last wisps of some kind of desperate urgency. She was trying to do something?

...

...Was it related to falling asleep in class? No, that didn't seem right. She was great at school.
]


Maybe I'd stay awake if you turned a different light on. [ She grumbles. ] I can't see a thing...

[ A click, and her eyes alight on the board. She frowns at the strangeness of the question. The sense of urgency curdles into unease. It's dancing right in front of her eyes, but the familiar(?) figures eyes are upon her, and she feels the strange need to answer. ]

I don't know, Mister Blue? [ Because she gets the weird sense Miss Red is supposed to be her. ] They both should...? It's not nice to point a gun at someone.
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