[ Sure, she's been off her medication for a few days.. Or however long she's been 'dead'. Sure, being off her medication means possible side effects. Side effects like hallucinations. Last time she managed to skate by free of them, so what the fuck is happening now?
Is this real?
Caroline (who should be dead, she went splat! on the ground, right? Sure, she didn't check her pulse or anything but there was so much blood) is standing by herself. She looks as beautiful and as indifferent as ever and Lottie feels something grip her chest. A strange and horrific amalgamation of fear, anxiety, and relief. Caroline turns, wears her tank and sweatpants like they're designer, and calls out β
'Found you.'
It's a display that's, quite frankly, a little weird to witness if you can't see it. Lottie's staring at virtually nothing, experiencing such an intense mix of emotions. All before stumbling her way forward and wrapping her arms around nothing, tears building up at the corners of her eyes. ]
Caroline...?
[ Is this real? She hopes it is. Lottie's a cool mix between trying to play it cool and not trying to cry on Caroline's shirt, staring at the space above her (to her eyes, she's checking for her skull, her wounds, what does she remember?). And also, completely oblivious to anything around her. A terrible combination when she's so into what's happening, so sure that something good is finally happening to her. She grips at nothing (what she thinks to be fabric, long strands of black mixed in the bunch), her head is tilted down, nuzzling into something that makes her sigh. Lashes flutter open, on the verge of asking Caroline if she's going crazy, but what comes out instead is a small: ]
Are you.. [ She swallows, ] How did you find me? How did you know?
[ It's just dark enough into the night that it may almost seem like Lottie isn't hallucinating her ass off from the whiskey she had (their drink, the same thing they had on their first date). But it isn't dark enough to hide the fact that she's 1) alone, and 2) clearly has taken too long on her pee break to meet back with Toko by the snack table!! ]
toko π―
Is this real?
Caroline (who should be dead, she went splat! on the ground, right? Sure, she didn't check her pulse or anything but there was so much blood) is standing by herself. She looks as beautiful and as indifferent as ever and Lottie feels something grip her chest. A strange and horrific amalgamation of fear, anxiety, and relief. Caroline turns, wears her tank and sweatpants like they're designer, and calls out β
'Found you.'
It's a display that's, quite frankly, a little weird to witness if you can't see it. Lottie's staring at virtually nothing, experiencing such an intense mix of emotions. All before stumbling her way forward and wrapping her arms around nothing, tears building up at the corners of her eyes. ]
Caroline...?
[ Is this real? She hopes it is. Lottie's a cool mix between trying to play it cool and not trying to cry on Caroline's shirt, staring at the space above her (to her eyes, she's checking for her skull, her wounds, what does she remember?). And also, completely oblivious to anything around her. A terrible combination when she's so into what's happening, so sure that something good is finally happening to her. She grips at nothing (what she thinks to be fabric, long strands of black mixed in the bunch), her head is tilted down, nuzzling into something that makes her sigh. Lashes flutter open, on the verge of asking Caroline if she's going crazy, but what comes out instead is a small: ]
Are you.. [ She swallows, ] How did you find me? How did you know?
[ It's just dark enough into the night that it may almost seem like Lottie isn't hallucinating her ass off from the whiskey she had (their drink, the same thing they had on their first date). But it isn't dark enough to hide the fact that she's 1) alone, and 2) clearly has taken too long on her pee break to meet back with Toko by the snack table!! ]