Chloe Saunders 001

[ghostly-stutter.livejournal.com]

Th-this… c-can’t be happening… [Chloe stumbles slightly, eyes wide as she stares up at the stars above her head—the surrounding area of the plane that looks as though it should be something out of a sci-fi movie. First the nightmare—which she was used to, though not to this caliber—then the shop keeper, that Sault woman, finding herself here. Her throat constricted.]

D-Derek?! [If he was anywhere nearby, he’d hear her, right?] Simon? Tori? A-Aunt Lauren?

Oh, no. No, no, no. [Panic seized in her chest. Her stomach twisted into knots. She would not panic. This had to be the St. Cloud Cabal’s doing: Sorcerer magic. She wouldn’t let them get to her.]

Okay, you found me. [She didn’t stutter. Good.] .] I know who you are, so you don’t need to pull this. The bad guys always go for the seemingly helpless girl, right? Where are the others? Where is my Aunt Lauren? Wh-where are Simon and Derek and Tori?

[Then she remembered. Derek. Werewolf. Expendable. She might be expendable.] I-I promise to c-cooperate so long as you don’t harm any of the others! [Did that sound too desperate? She didn’t care. If this was as bad as she assumed it was, she wasn’t taking any chances on the safety of her friends and family.

[She took a step forward. Then another. ‘Welcome to The Machine?’ What was this, more experimentation? She shuddered, lungs seizing in her chest.]

You can’t do this… [The words were whispered, horror in her tone. Then a fist clenched, and she glared at the general landscape. They wouldn’t win. They could never win. Alright, she was captured. Now it looked like she needed to find the others—and get answers. With a stride full of purpose, she stepped forward, anger lashing her tone as she warned whoever was behind this.]

You picked the wrong heroine to mess with, Sorcerer. [Damned if the others weren’t looking for her right now.]

Comments

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

Stubbornness, mainly. [At least for her, she's very stubborn.] An' you can always leave the moment you come here, if you want, but I wouldn't do that if I were you.

...'S possible, 'M not sure about the chances.

[ghostly-stutter.livejournal.com]

Why wouldn't you? [And now the trepidation stirs.]

Ah. Have you found anyone you know? [Now her hope at that happening dwindles.]

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

Well, there are nice enough folks here!

...Nah. [She looks a little disappointed at that, but only for a moment. Presenting the bright side of life is good, after all.]

[ghostly-stutter.livejournal.com]

[Chloe gives a small, wry laugh at that. She really needs to be less paranoid.] Okay... [Meeting others here and seeking answers certainly would benefit her, at the very least.]

I'm sorry. [Chloe still feels like she needs to say it, even if there is a smile on Callie's face.]

So....what do you normally do around here?