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thearena2013-03-28 01:37 am
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A melody of angry growls, a counterpoint of painful howls
WHO| Rapunzel and Some
WHAT| OKAY, WHO TRIGGERED THE MONSTER TOONS. DARN IT, RAPUNZEL.
WHEN| Week 2, during the night
WHERE| Toon Town
WARNINGS/NOTES| Your worst nightmare
The thing that woke her up was the feel of something small and soft, with sharp skritchy nails, running across her. It was too heavy, and too soft, and its claws were far too sharp to be Pascal, but there were so few rats in the tower that she couldn't think what it had been. It was enough to pull her into wakefulness - and that was probably the only thing that saved her.
Another two rats ran by, as she sat up, her hair pooling by her feet as it slid off her body, and a few seconds too late she cringed away from them a little. It didn't matter, they hadn't been running from her, and hadn't touched her anyway.
Which, Rapunzel's sleep-fogged brain slowly worked out, meant they were probably running from something.
Rapunzel was not used to being in the open, and the vastness of the sky scared her here more than it probably would have at home. A roof had felt safer, more enclosed. More like home - or, at least, as close as she was likely to find here. And the floor had even been soft, somehow. Like everything else thus far, it hadn't been ideal, but surely it would do. Now, though, that roof meant that it was very dark inside the little building - but still not dark enough that she didn't see the splashes of color moving closer, as the rats squeaked and ran.
Rapunzel stumbled to her feet, hands full of her hair, and started backing towards the exit, more slowly than she maybe should have. But nothing had tried to kill her yesterday, nothing had tried to kill her yet.
"No," she murmured, voice soft and full of horrified denial as she backed away from the patches of color, "no."
Reflected moonlight glinted in through the doorway in a brief instant, maybe because the clouds had parted, and glinted on teeth and claws and open mouths and blank, staring eyes of huge animals, wearing tattered clothing, their eyes on her, their jaws open, red tongues-
"No!" This last word was more scream than word, and then she was running, running as fast as she could, down and away. She was in good shape but her heart was still pounding, from fear as much as anything, and the hair that she wasn't holding flew behind her like a banner.
WHAT| OKAY, WHO TRIGGERED THE MONSTER TOONS. DARN IT, RAPUNZEL.
WHEN| Week 2, during the night
WHERE| Toon Town
WARNINGS/NOTES| Your worst nightmare
The thing that woke her up was the feel of something small and soft, with sharp skritchy nails, running across her. It was too heavy, and too soft, and its claws were far too sharp to be Pascal, but there were so few rats in the tower that she couldn't think what it had been. It was enough to pull her into wakefulness - and that was probably the only thing that saved her.
Another two rats ran by, as she sat up, her hair pooling by her feet as it slid off her body, and a few seconds too late she cringed away from them a little. It didn't matter, they hadn't been running from her, and hadn't touched her anyway.
Which, Rapunzel's sleep-fogged brain slowly worked out, meant they were probably running from something.
Rapunzel was not used to being in the open, and the vastness of the sky scared her here more than it probably would have at home. A roof had felt safer, more enclosed. More like home - or, at least, as close as she was likely to find here. And the floor had even been soft, somehow. Like everything else thus far, it hadn't been ideal, but surely it would do. Now, though, that roof meant that it was very dark inside the little building - but still not dark enough that she didn't see the splashes of color moving closer, as the rats squeaked and ran.
Rapunzel stumbled to her feet, hands full of her hair, and started backing towards the exit, more slowly than she maybe should have. But nothing had tried to kill her yesterday, nothing had tried to kill her yet.
"No," she murmured, voice soft and full of horrified denial as she backed away from the patches of color, "no."
Reflected moonlight glinted in through the doorway in a brief instant, maybe because the clouds had parted, and glinted on teeth and claws and open mouths and blank, staring eyes of huge animals, wearing tattered clothing, their eyes on her, their jaws open, red tongues-
"No!" This last word was more scream than word, and then she was running, running as fast as she could, down and away. She was in good shape but her heart was still pounding, from fear as much as anything, and the hair that she wasn't holding flew behind her like a banner.