Thread: Avalon (Hat + Anna)

RE Avalon Anna was all prepared and ready to shake the stranger's hand off of her shoulder with a particularly emphatic MM-mn of protest against him even trying to wake her up, but she wasn't really prepared for what his touch was about to do. It felt like something reached right into her brain, lungs, and throat and wadded everything bad up inside of them into a little ball that was summarily yanked right out of her entire center of being. Which let's be honest, is a weird fucking feeling even when you're not hung over. And thanks to that, she wasn't. It was like a miracle. The air seemed cleaner, her vision seemed better, the sunlight .. was still annoying against her bleary eyes, but at least she had rolled back over to squint at him with confusion over whatever dream logic had just happened to her. She had about enough time to see the snotty thing pulsing in his hand and know on some level that it had been whatever he'd just managed to root around inside of her and pull out before he'd shoved it away, and she was well and truly ready to wake up. Stiiiiiill waiting. While she was waiting, at least she sat up and regarded the man -- Spider -- with something other than pure early-morning hatred. Confusion, bemusement, sure, somewhere in there. The fact that he wasn't going to ask much of her was the best news she'd had all thirty seconds that she'd been awake. I'll give you awake, she muttered groggily, the worst of her scratchy throat seemingly gone but the two-pack smokiness of her voice still intact. Aware was going to have to wait a little longer, but at least the dude was right she most definitely was not in her shithole of an apartment anymore. Which wasn't to say this stone hut was that much better, but she didn't have crazy barbarian magician Greensheet to consult right now. She was probably definitely trying to think of something pithy to say when he mentioned the bit about mortal peril. Wait, hold on, mortal peril what? Who did I piss off? If someone was beating on her door, at least she'd admit it was usually her fault. Shoving her messy hair back over her shoulders it'd get back to something like normalcy sooner or later, her friends hated how little she actually had to do with all those thick chestnut waves and ears to try to keep it out of her face, she peered cannily around the interior of the room as though that alone would suss out the ne'er do well in question. Even before she could get that far, he was already telling her the rest would attack her? That's worrisome , she insisted, flinging her hands out toward him like he needed to be thrown the clue if he was ever going to catch it. He didn't seem to much pay the idea that mortal danger and attacks weren't what she wanted today or any day for that matter, saying something or other about her belongings being enhanced before .. just walking right through the damn wall. Anna spent a few long seconds gesticulating at the absolute nothing where he had been just a second before, leaving his calling card splattered against the wall like the world's most on-the-nose graffiti tagging. We get it, you're Spider. Really? she asked the nothing. Really? she repeated, before falling back on the bed with a huff. She only stayed that way for a few seconds because missing hangover or not, the sheer softness of the downy bed made her sink into it in a way that kinda hurt her back and made the blood rush to her head. Instead, she got up, cautiously poked her way around the sparse interior of the hut, and then took inventory of the stuff in her backpack. Her purse was tucked in there, along with all her cards, her little bit of cash, and her cell phone. Probably didn't even have any bars, but she turned it on anyway. Make-up bag, check. Couple of CDs and the beat up old discman she'd had pretty much since the dawn of the MP3 had rendered it obsolete. A few spare, loose guitar picks, not a lot of use without her damn bass. And one 1 economics textbook that she only left in there because the backpack felt too light whenever she took it out. All the same crap she'd had in there before. Enhanced wasn't the word she would have used for it. Slinging it over one shoulder always only one shoulder, c'mon, it's what all the cool kids did. .. besides, both shoulders made it just look like she was framing her boobs. It's not like she actually needed to try to make people stare at them any more than they already did, she finally picked her way to the door to open it up and take a look at just where the fuck this dream had decided to go and put her. ... giant pangolins. I hate you, subconscious, she muttered.