[ Her eyes are still locked on the idea of the blackboard, a dark pit in her stomach. Supposed to be her...so she thought. She doesn't like her little mental comparison now, spurred on by the gender and slightly relevant color. She's glad the figure can't read her mind, and pick it apart. Sara's never shot anyone. It's fine. She tries to put it away, to soothe her thoughts. Look the figure in the eye (where are its eyes?) ]
What are you trying to say?
[ She says, and then stops abruptly, eyes locked with... It doesn't have eyes. There isn't a light in this room. There is wrong, dream logic afoot but everything feels real and it makes her feel dizzy with confusion. Sara shoves the chair back with a loud scrape of metal on ambigious floor, turning away from what her eyes can't make sense of. ]
This isn't right. [ She mutters. ] This isn't what I'm supposed to be doing. I have something to do.
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Date: 2022-01-20 09:27 am (UTC)[ Her eyes are still locked on the idea of the blackboard, a dark pit in her stomach. Supposed to be her...so she thought. She doesn't like her little mental comparison now, spurred on by the gender and slightly relevant color. She's glad the figure can't read her mind, and pick it apart. Sara's never shot anyone. It's fine. She tries to put it away, to soothe her thoughts. Look the figure in the eye (where are its eyes?) ]
What are you trying to say?
[ She says, and then stops abruptly, eyes locked with... It doesn't have eyes. There isn't a light in this room. There is wrong, dream logic afoot but everything feels real and it makes her feel dizzy with confusion. Sara shoves the chair back with a loud scrape of metal on ambigious floor, turning away from what her eyes can't make sense of. ]
This isn't right. [ She mutters. ] This isn't what I'm supposed to be doing. I have something to do.