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Post by Houdini on Feb 11, 2008 4:28:21 GMT -5
((This takes place after Star has found Houdini in the graveyard sick  Decent posts please!))
It had been three days since Starsage had found her in that cemetery. She had regained consciousness two days before and had found herself gazing out the high window to the unconfined air just outside.
She needed that fresh air. It was criminal to confine someone to one room until all coughing and retching ceased. Houdini couldn't take it any longer. She felt like she was in an insane asylum. The white sheets that had been carefully wrapped around her thin body, and the white washed walls of the containment room gave off the feeling that she had been imprisoned. The stained walls that had seen so many die in this very room haunted her as they stared down at her, waiting for her to fade away so they could have there next victim.
Houdini slowly slipped her aching body out from under the pale sheets. She had been cleaned and put into a white night gown, so she slowly and deliberately pulled on a shirt and pants. After her trembling hands had finished pulling on her shoes, she walked unsteadily over to the window. It was just high enough to where no one could get in, but the obviously didn't anticipate people wanting to get out. She pulled herself up with much struggle and slipped quickly through.
As she landed on the fire-escape 8 feet below, her knees buckled beneath her and she fell onto her side, scraping up her arm on the rough metal. She got up, coughing, and began her decent.
She soon found herself in Brooklyn - At Sheepshead Bay. Her weary feet had carried her to the race track without her brains consent, and she wondered why she had come all the way to Coney Island instead of just going to the track in Queens. Well, at least no one would think to look for her here.
She felt short of breath and a dizziness swept over her. She grasped a light pole as her knees buckled once more. Once she regained her strength, she quickly found a seat in the stands and sat down, wheezing heavily. The stands were empty. It must be in between races, or it was so early that they hadn't started yet. Houdini had lost all track of time, and quite frankly was having trouble remembering which way was up, and which was down.
Her head throbbed and she closed her eyes tightly. She moved her slender fingers to her temple to massage it gently. A light breeze moved over her body and she welcomed it. Standing up, she wanted to get more of the breeze on her. The fever had not left her yet, but she wasn't contagious anymore - so the breeze felt heavenly against her body. It was then that the wretched feeling of her sickness gushed over her. She swayed, and began to fall backwards... |
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Decent posts please!))