Would anyone mind telling me where I am? Not that I like asking like this, but I just got done dealing with an unfamiliar situation and I wasn't expecting another to be sprung up on me like this. I'm also quite done with cryptic answers for the day, so if you could, please be straightforward with me. I can handle it, I'm a big girl.
Anyway, I've gone through far too much to simply give up now. If no one knows how to leave, then I'll find an exit on my own.
... Though, if you don't mind me asking, has anyone seen a dog? Pointed ears, white fur, he answers to the name Hewie. He's my best friend and he's saved me more times than I can count and if he's here I refuse to abandon him.
Sample Entry Two:
Fiona woke up, not knowing at all where she's at. Which is something that she's now actually rather used to despite her protests. She rolls over, pushing her head into the pillow, and reaching over blindly to turn off the alarm. Fiona groans, forcing herself out of bed.
Another unusual bed in another unusual room. The difference is, this time, she's not alone. Fiona can see several people in the same situation as her, struggling to wake up and assess the situation. While she doesn't mind the company, she is worried that she's somehow pulled other people into her terrible luck.
And speaking of her terrible luck, where exactly was she? Fiona had just escaped the Belli Mansion using her own wits, only to pass out right afterwards. But while the inside of that Mansion looked dated, this room felt modern in comparison, making her guess she was in a whole new predicament altogether. Hesitantly, she walks over to a window to try to get an idea of what's happened.
A city? It would have taken her at least a day or so to walk to a city. Not to mention the eerie billboard... Did someone carry her? If so, then who, and where were they now? That last question stuck in her head, the weight of it dragging her down as she began looking through anything she could find to dig through. Anything that would give her answers. Her mind and her body were still tired but Fiona knew that, once again, there would be no rest for her.
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Would anyone mind telling me where I am? Not that I like asking like this, but I just got done dealing with an unfamiliar situation and I wasn't expecting another to be sprung up on me like this. I'm also quite done with cryptic answers for the day, so if you could, please be straightforward with me. I can handle it, I'm a big girl.
Anyway, I've gone through far too much to simply give up now. If no one knows how to leave, then I'll find an exit on my own.
... Though, if you don't mind me asking, has anyone seen a dog? Pointed ears, white fur, he answers to the name Hewie. He's my best friend and he's saved me more times than I can count and if he's here I refuse to abandon him.
Sample Entry Two:
Fiona woke up, not knowing at all where she's at. Which is something that she's now actually rather used to despite her protests. She rolls over, pushing her head into the pillow, and reaching over blindly to turn off the alarm. Fiona groans, forcing herself out of bed.
Another unusual bed in another unusual room. The difference is, this time, she's not alone. Fiona can see several people in the same situation as her, struggling to wake up and assess the situation. While she doesn't mind the company, she is worried that she's somehow pulled other people into her terrible luck.
And speaking of her terrible luck, where exactly was she? Fiona had just escaped the Belli Mansion using her own wits, only to pass out right afterwards. But while the inside of that Mansion looked dated, this room felt modern in comparison, making her guess she was in a whole new predicament altogether. Hesitantly, she walks over to a window to try to get an idea of what's happened.
A city? It would have taken her at least a day or so to walk to a city. Not to mention the eerie billboard... Did someone carry her? If so, then who, and where were they now? That last question stuck in her head, the weight of it dragging her down as she began looking through anything she could find to dig through. Anything that would give her answers. Her mind and her body were still tired but Fiona knew that, once again, there would be no rest for her.