outlierdirector: ▮ <lj user="outlierdirector">. (dark (2) ▸making waves.)
ᴊᴇssᴇ ғᴀᴅᴇɴ | ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᶦʳᵉᶜᵗᵒʳ. ([personal profile] outlierdirector) wrote in [community profile] synthneon 2024-04-14 10:05 am (UTC)

[ If Jesse had been in the frame of mind, she would of explained that their keychains are now Altered Items. Things changed by paranatural activity--changed by them. A set of keychaind that resonate with a frequency that tries to bridge the gap of realities. One's that operate kn the same resonance, but only seem to react when they are in some sort of similar distance. Jesse, though isn't thinking of any of that. She's simply letting herself feel everything.

Except the one emotion she won't let herself acknowledge.

Her eyes open at the sound of shuffling paper. They dart to her sides, finding no doors opened of people within the darkened Motel. Like always. However, on the swing back, Jesse sees something sticking underneath the door. With one hand she tugs the paper.

The breath in her lungs escapes as she sees the handwriting. Alan's handwriting. The one that had her name scribbled in its writing all over one of the boards.

A hand extends from the door. Whistling comes around her with the use of her abilities. A pen sails through the air and lands comfortably in her palm. She uses the Spiral Door to write a reply.

Except it's not really writing.

Jesse doesn't know what to say back as she tries to keep her emotions together.

« How did he do it... how did YOU do it...?

I just want him home.
»

Jesse pushes the paper back underneath the door. "Desperate man" is underscored. The shape of an old telephone is drawn above the words. Next to the words about a lake is "a land" scribbled above it. "Hero" is circled with an arrow below it with "guiding star" written at the point. ]

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