[Coming awake sets all of Triela's nerves on high alert. There's dust in her waist length pigtails... Has she been here for some time? She smells the air. Something foul...
Being kidnapped scares her, in a bad way. It takes her back to a time she doesn't even properly remember or fully comprehend — but she knows that she was taken once before, and brutalized... But this time, she thinks grimly, I can protect myself. She's been granted her shotgun by her captors, at least — seems strange, but she's not going to complain — and she won't let herself be harmed.
More importantly, there's someone else she should be protecting, even above herself. She's looking for him now, concerned to the point that sweat beads on her forehead, and she feels like hyperventilating, but she has to be stronger than that.] Hilshire? [she asks the air, scanning for him, needing him.] Sir?!
[No sign.
The shoes all around make this place seem pretty screwed up, and Triela wrinkles her nose. What a freakshow... It's kind of making her jumpy. A noise spooks her and she flinches in place, whirling to the left and aiming with her shotgun at the same time. Luckily, she doesn't pull the trigger. It's just another person... Seems like several others are waking up here. Great, Triela thinks, civilians. There's no time to deal with civilians when she has to find Hilshire.
But she lowers her gun slowly.]
b.
[Civilians! Triela ends up thinking again, this time when huge, monstrous worms are blocking her exit and clearly trying to eat her. This is some sort of nightmare, or a really messed up fairy tale, right? Since when does stuff like this happen in real life? But it's definitely happening: all her senses are assaulted by the fear in this situation. Damn it!
The 'civilian' in question ends up shoved out of the way with one hand. This girl is way stronger than she looks — a human of normal strength will end up reeling backwards. Then Triela is in front of them, and she quickly takes aim — accurate aim — and fires with her shotgun. It hits one of the creature's eyes.
Now it seems pissed.]
Crap! [she hisses. Seven shots left. There are a lot of these things and only so many bullets...]
c.
[Safely out of the colosseum, Triela's still got a big problem: she can't find her handler Hilshire. She's been looking around for him for hours now instead of settling down — but how can she settle down when she needs him? And he needs her! If he's here, he could be hurt or in danger... If he's not here, those concerns still apply. Being apart from him is agony, and she's not equipped to handle this sort of stressor.
The phone she'd found on her person turns out to be useless, too. She dials Hilshire's number, but it's not just that he doesn't answer... The call doesn't even connect. She dials several desks at the SWA, too, but the same thing happens when she tries that. There's nothing... She has no idea she is, she has no idea where her handler is, and... It's scary here.
Triela looks like a lost little girl, eyes gone all big with concern and stress... Her hair is mussed and dusty, and she's barefoot. She'd probably look pitiful if not for the big shotgun slung over her shoulder. Still, even that attribute might be offset by the fact that she looks like she might start crying.]
Crap, [she mumbles, rubbing one of her eyes.] Ammunition...
triela (ota)
[Coming awake sets all of Triela's nerves on high alert. There's dust in her waist length pigtails... Has she been here for some time? She smells the air. Something foul...
Being kidnapped scares her, in a bad way. It takes her back to a time she doesn't even properly remember or fully comprehend — but she knows that she was taken once before, and brutalized... But this time, she thinks grimly, I can protect myself. She's been granted her shotgun by her captors, at least — seems strange, but she's not going to complain — and she won't let herself be harmed.
More importantly, there's someone else she should be protecting, even above herself. She's looking for him now, concerned to the point that sweat beads on her forehead, and she feels like hyperventilating, but she has to be stronger than that.] Hilshire? [she asks the air, scanning for him, needing him.] Sir?!
[No sign.
The shoes all around make this place seem pretty screwed up, and Triela wrinkles her nose. What a freakshow... It's kind of making her jumpy. A noise spooks her and she flinches in place, whirling to the left and aiming with her shotgun at the same time. Luckily, she doesn't pull the trigger. It's just another person... Seems like several others are waking up here. Great, Triela thinks, civilians. There's no time to deal with civilians when she has to find Hilshire.
But she lowers her gun slowly.]
b.
[Civilians! Triela ends up thinking again, this time when huge, monstrous worms are blocking her exit and clearly trying to eat her. This is some sort of nightmare, or a really messed up fairy tale, right? Since when does stuff like this happen in real life? But it's definitely happening: all her senses are assaulted by the fear in this situation. Damn it!
The 'civilian' in question ends up shoved out of the way with one hand. This girl is way stronger than she looks — a human of normal strength will end up reeling backwards. Then Triela is in front of them, and she quickly takes aim — accurate aim — and fires with her shotgun. It hits one of the creature's eyes.
Now it seems pissed.]
Crap! [she hisses. Seven shots left. There are a lot of these things and only so many bullets...]
c.
[Safely out of the colosseum, Triela's still got a big problem: she can't find her handler Hilshire. She's been looking around for him for hours now instead of settling down — but how can she settle down when she needs him? And he needs her! If he's here, he could be hurt or in danger... If he's not here, those concerns still apply. Being apart from him is agony, and she's not equipped to handle this sort of stressor.
The phone she'd found on her person turns out to be useless, too. She dials Hilshire's number, but it's not just that he doesn't answer... The call doesn't even connect. She dials several desks at the SWA, too, but the same thing happens when she tries that. There's nothing... She has no idea she is, she has no idea where her handler is, and... It's scary here.
Triela looks like a lost little girl, eyes gone all big with concern and stress... Her hair is mussed and dusty, and she's barefoot. She'd probably look pitiful if not for the big shotgun slung over her shoulder. Still, even that attribute might be offset by the fact that she looks like she might start crying.]
Crap, [she mumbles, rubbing one of her eyes.] Ammunition...