[ Jesse pushes against the door further. She can hear him. Not make out his words as they get quieter. The darkness can be almost deafening. Compared to the gentle quietness that rests within the Motel? It's almost like twilight and midnight. She pushes more, exerting her own paranatural powers to give herself leverage.
« It feels like something is pushing back against the door. Something is trying to close it. Scratch? The Dark Presence? Whatever it is, it can get the hell out of my way! »
She lets out a frustrated grunt, pushing so hard that her shoes dig into the carpet. Her body strains under the force of the door trying to remain shut. Eyes open slightly as she feels Polaris gently nudge her mind. Her gaze moves to the side of the door where she sees a hand curling around and pulling. Jesse feels something inside her freeze. She knows who is fighting to keep the door open. As odd as it might be, she knows his hands.
Jesse's hand snaps out. It latches onto his wrist. Fingers wrap around, despite the fact that her fingers are raw in certain places due to the door. She gives a gentle tug, nothing harsh or demanding. Just a reassurance that he is feeling her.
She leans more against the door to try and see past the darkness pooling around. ]
Alan?
｟ Alan Wake. ｠
[ Polaris shimmers around Jesse's hand. Through the darkness it's easy to tell she's in her garb as Director. Business blouse, suite. It can be seen even if she can't get herself fully into the room. Maybe she can get Alan closer to the edge of the door and pull him through it. ]
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« It feels like something is pushing back against the door. Something is trying to close it. Scratch? The Dark Presence? Whatever it is, it can get the hell out of my way! »
She lets out a frustrated grunt, pushing so hard that her shoes dig into the carpet. Her body strains under the force of the door trying to remain shut. Eyes open slightly as she feels Polaris gently nudge her mind. Her gaze moves to the side of the door where she sees a hand curling around and pulling. Jesse feels something inside her freeze. She knows who is fighting to keep the door open. As odd as it might be, she knows his hands.
Jesse's hand snaps out. It latches onto his wrist. Fingers wrap around, despite the fact that her fingers are raw in certain places due to the door. She gives a gentle tug, nothing harsh or demanding. Just a reassurance that he is feeling her.
She leans more against the door to try and see past the darkness pooling around. ]
Alan?
｟ Alan Wake. ｠
[ Polaris shimmers around Jesse's hand. Through the darkness it's easy to tell she's in her garb as Director. Business blouse, suite. It can be seen even if she can't get herself fully into the room. Maybe she can get Alan closer to the edge of the door and pull him through it. ]
Alan, it's me.
｟ Come home. ｠