[ She had very narrowly made the window to safety this time around, and her legs were exhausted from carrying herself and her newly found baggage all this way only to find a home that barely looked like it could hold itself together. It was better than nothing, Lynne figured. But as she sat down leaning against the wall, she couldn't let go of that lingering bad feeling in her gut about this place. Like it was still not any safer than outside. But beggars can't be choosers...
It was dreadfully dark, but she wanted to take a look see at the things she had picked up again today. She looked down at the new tool in her hand for a second, before jolting up and darting her eyes around at the appearance of an unwelcome sound. A long, groaning, thoroughly unpleasant creak. That wasn't the door, was it? Her heartbeat accelerated, and she could feel herself sweating. Maybe that was just her imagination? ]
EEEEEEK!
[ In a jolt she tumbles forward, items falling unceremoniously from her lap to the floor with loud clanks on impact. She could've sworn she just felt the cold chill of the winter wind touch her back, along with the grating noise of the wall behind her twisting. But when she looked at it, the wall still looked the same. But then it started again. Louder, and louder, the wooden structure sounded like it was going to come apart of itself. As if it were going to burst. Lynne grit her teeth and hurriedly picked up her belongings, hiding herself underneath a table. Maybe if they didn't see her, they would leave her alone?
The noises didn't stop, and they were on, and off again. Louder, quieter. From the same room, and from a distance. Lynne couldn't perceive a sense of whether she was in more or less danger than a few minutes prior. Eventually, she decides to pull out her device, and turned on the audio. She's very loud. ]
Nobody else's houses have broken in on them have they!? [ They'd probably be too dead to reply if there actually was, but, you know. She's just frustrated right now. ]
action: FOUR
Lynne breathed a sigh of relief she made it. It was another long day, but she accomplished a lot things considered and she was happy about that. But when she turned around, she catches a glimpse of a... person? But was it a person? The sudden veil of darkness--from the blizzard, she assumed--made it hard to tell, and it was hard to distinguish if they were still standing in the same place as before. That was only a glimpse for a second, too soon to tell the stranger's expression as malicious or no, but long enough to know she wasn't alone.
Her shoulders tensed up.
For all her jumpiness in personality, Lynne was still, technically, a professional detective now. She took a deep breath, and she reminded herself to remember her training. How composure was always the appropriate method to deal with any situation. But boy would she feel safer right now if she actually had her gun on her... Her finger twitched at the door handle, as if the place where she would normally have her finger on the trigger, more for safety measure than actual threat. You never knew what to expect here.
But, again, she had no gun. Or any other means to defend herself really... except maybe if she grabbed that nearby furniture in case of an emergency. So she gulped down her hesitation, and raised her voice, but not in any intentionally aggressive way.
"Are you also staying here for the night?"
She's assuming whoever it is is friendly, for now... but part of herself wonders if it's just to serve as self-reassurance.
Lynne | Ghost Trick
[ She had very narrowly made the window to safety this time around, and her legs were exhausted from carrying herself and her newly found baggage all this way only to find a home that barely looked like it could hold itself together. It was better than nothing, Lynne figured. But as she sat down leaning against the wall, she couldn't let go of that lingering bad feeling in her gut about this place. Like it was still not any safer than outside. But beggars can't be choosers...
It was dreadfully dark, but she wanted to take a look see at the things she had picked up again today. She looked down at the new tool in her hand for a second, before jolting up and darting her eyes around at the appearance of an unwelcome sound. A long, groaning, thoroughly unpleasant creak. That wasn't the door, was it? Her heartbeat accelerated, and she could feel herself sweating. Maybe that was just her imagination? ]
EEEEEEK!
[ In a jolt she tumbles forward, items falling unceremoniously from her lap to the floor with loud clanks on impact. She could've sworn she just felt the cold chill of the winter wind touch her back, along with the grating noise of the wall behind her twisting. But when she looked at it, the wall still looked the same. But then it started again. Louder, and louder, the wooden structure sounded like it was going to come apart of itself. As if it were going to burst. Lynne grit her teeth and hurriedly picked up her belongings, hiding herself underneath a table. Maybe if they didn't see her, they would leave her alone?
The noises didn't stop, and they were on, and off again. Louder, quieter. From the same room, and from a distance. Lynne couldn't perceive a sense of whether she was in more or less danger than a few minutes prior. Eventually, she decides to pull out her device, and turned on the audio. She's very loud. ]
Nobody else's houses have broken in on them have they!? [ They'd probably be too dead to reply if there actually was, but, you know. She's just frustrated right now. ]
action: FOUR
Lynne breathed a sigh of relief she made it. It was another long day, but she accomplished a lot things considered and she was happy about that. But when she turned around, she catches a glimpse of a... person? But was it a person? The sudden veil of darkness--from the blizzard, she assumed--made it hard to tell, and it was hard to distinguish if they were still standing in the same place as before. That was only a glimpse for a second, too soon to tell the stranger's expression as malicious or no, but long enough to know she wasn't alone.
Her shoulders tensed up.
For all her jumpiness in personality, Lynne was still, technically, a professional detective now. She took a deep breath, and she reminded herself to remember her training. How composure was always the appropriate method to deal with any situation. But boy would she feel safer right now if she actually had her gun on her... Her finger twitched at the door handle, as if the place where she would normally have her finger on the trigger, more for safety measure than actual threat. You never knew what to expect here.
But, again, she had no gun. Or any other means to defend herself really... except maybe if she grabbed that nearby furniture in case of an emergency. So she gulped down her hesitation, and raised her voice, but not in any intentionally aggressive way.
"Are you also staying here for the night?"
She's assuming whoever it is is friendly, for now... but part of herself wonders if it's just to serve as self-reassurance.