illie, sap sipper
she/her
27
september 23rd
snowpoint city, sinnoh
bi curious
geneticist, alchemist
head professor
you caged me and then you called me crazy; i am what i am 'cause you trained me.
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illeana reyes
What's your favorite color? [M]
POSTED ON Dec 14, 2019 4:19:38 GMT
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The woman sighs, feet screaming for rest, as she glances at him. They've been running in circles this whole time, searching for something that seems to be nothing more than a figment of imagination. Time was wasted, sure, but she can't help but feel like something's off, like something is telling her that there's more than meets the eye. Maybe it's just the chill in the air, giving her a false sense of fear.[break][break]
She offers Adam a smile, soft and gentle, as he speaks. He's right, they certainly did try and it's the thought that counts, right? "Yeah," she murmurs. "At least we gave it our best shot." Illeana moves to follow him, to end this search and head home for some earn relaxation. Her mouth opens to speak again but words never come out.[break][break]
The air shifts around them, an eerie chill surrounding their bodies, forcing shivers to rack their spines. Dread pools in her stomach, uneasy and enough to cause nausea to follow, stomach churning into knots. "I don't like this," she mumbles, shifting closer to her partner with her Pokemon drawing closer to the pair.[break][break]
She stares into the darkness of the alley, unable to tear her eyes away. She wants to, wants to rip her gaze away and run, escape the dread and the awful feeling in the air. Her feet stay rooted to the ground, immobile despite every nerve ending in her body screaming to run. Her partner stays in place as well, staring down the same alley, staring into the darkness. A voice speaks, then, and she gasps, hands flying to her mouth as if she'll suffer for making a peep.[break][break]
"Red or blue?"[break][break]
Adam's question filters into her ears and she merely nods, too terrified to speak just yet. There's something chilling to the bone about the voice and not just due to no body being attached to it. No, it's the sound of the voice itself... Like nails scrapping down a chalkboard, sending shivers down your spine, aching in your ears. The question is simple, however, but she can't bring herself to understand why it is asked or even what asked it.[break][break]
She turns to face him, terror written all over her features. Do they answer? Do they run? Something tells her they need to answer, need to get to the bottom of this... It's their job, right? "Um," she attempts, struggling to gather her nerves at first, voice breaking with fear. "I think we should." She tries to smile at him, tries to be strong despite the bony fingers of fright clawing at her skin. It's then that she steps forward, steps closer to the alley, head held high.[break][break]
"Red."[break][break]
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