Closed RP with foxriddle-rp: Danica ==> Wake Up!
>> Your head is still pounding as you considering blinking your eyes open. The light shines through your lids, almost painfully, so you choose not to. Your limbs are askew-- of that much, you're sure --but why does everything hurt?
>> Your last memory is of two trolls-- no, three --coming into your shop. Masked. Armed. Screaming about caegars, as if you had enough to warrant such an attack.
>> What happened next? You aren't quite sure. Everything went fuzzy and then cold and black. You could almost hear your body crumple to the floor as if you were outside of it at the time. But the pain you feel tells you that you weren't. That you aren't.
>> There's someone close to you. You can feel their heat. Their presence. Maybe it's one of the trolls who robbed you. Peeking out could be a death sentence, so you don't. You'll play dead to avoid being dead for real.
>> Your name is Danica Marzel, and you're fucked. Super duper. Without a doubt. Fucked.
