[ Jesse keeps pushing, eyes only lifting into the darkness once she hears his voice again. Of course she can hear him. He is the one that called her that started all this. How could she not hear him if he reached out to her? Fingers gently brush along the pulse of his wrist as she gives another harsh push to the door with her shoulder. Pain shoots up into her neck, but her head tilts to ignore it. Getting him out is more important than some scrapes and bruises.
She's had worse through out all this shit anyways. ]
Alan, stop it. [ She barks the order out. Not because she doesn't want to listen, but because they have to focus on something else. They have to get him out. Then, he can talk all he wants, and she'll listen all he wants. They can't depend on this door to be open. It shut on it's own all the other times she has ever seen it cracked open. ] Okay? Just, stop it!
[ This time, her hand gives a hard tug on his wrist. Not to hurt him but to get his attention. Jesse's voice is hard, strained, and talking in commands of the Director, not the girl from Ordinary. ] Come over to the side of the door. I'm going to push it with everything I've got, and you need to move through it when I do. No arguments.
[ She waits until she can see more of his outline. Then, she moves.
Rather the door starts to move.
Jesse lowers her head and puts both hands on the door. She channels more of Polaris through her and into the piece of wood that's given her so much grief and heartache through all these loops. Her hands tremble from the sheer force she has to put in, using momentum that she should save for dashing.
A chill moves down her spine. Eyes immediately shoot up to the darkness above them that hovers from the other side of the door. It shifts like a thunder cloud. It pushes back against the door, as if it's hand is at the top and trying to cut their connection.
« No. NO. You don't get to have him anymore! He's coming home! Fuck OFF! »
The door trembles and a screech filters over the Hotline into her mind. Jesse knows that screech. It would stop people in their tracks in fear, but in this moment, she's too angry to be afraid. She's too hurt, to upset, and too stubborn to let the Dark Presence have any footing anymore. Her eyes narrow.
The hand closest to Alan shoots out in front of him. She tries to reach out with that power of hers, trying to pull him through the door she's forced open just enough for his size. She can hear the Dark Presence--Scratch--roaring in her mind at the thought of taking the Writer away. ]
『 IT'S MY STORY. MY RULES, MY WORLD. 』
[ Jesse feels herself being thrown across the small hallway into the opposite door. A painful exclamation leaves her. Even then, her hand is extended out to try and pull Alan from the Spiral Door that has trapped him for thirteen years. Ringing fills her ears with the dull roar of the upset entity. Her head remains lowered but she keeps trying to pull until... either she feels him or the door shuts again. ]
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She's had worse through out all this shit anyways. ]
Alan, stop it. [ She barks the order out. Not because she doesn't want to listen, but because they have to focus on something else. They have to get him out. Then, he can talk all he wants, and she'll listen all he wants. They can't depend on this door to be open. It shut on it's own all the other times she has ever seen it cracked open. ] Okay? Just, stop it!
[ This time, her hand gives a hard tug on his wrist. Not to hurt him but to get his attention. Jesse's voice is hard, strained, and talking in commands of the Director, not the girl from Ordinary. ] Come over to the side of the door. I'm going to push it with everything I've got, and you need to move through it when I do. No arguments.
[ She waits until she can see more of his outline. Then, she moves.
Rather the door starts to move.
Jesse lowers her head and puts both hands on the door. She channels more of Polaris through her and into the piece of wood that's given her so much grief and heartache through all these loops. Her hands tremble from the sheer force she has to put in, using momentum that she should save for dashing.
A chill moves down her spine. Eyes immediately shoot up to the darkness above them that hovers from the other side of the door. It shifts like a thunder cloud. It pushes back against the door, as if it's hand is at the top and trying to cut their connection.
« No. NO. You don't get to have him anymore! He's coming home! Fuck OFF! »
The door trembles and a screech filters over the Hotline into her mind. Jesse knows that screech. It would stop people in their tracks in fear, but in this moment, she's too angry to be afraid. She's too hurt, to upset, and too stubborn to let the Dark Presence have any footing anymore. Her eyes narrow.
The hand closest to Alan shoots out in front of him. She tries to reach out with that power of hers, trying to pull him through the door she's forced open just enough for his size. She can hear the Dark Presence--Scratch--roaring in her mind at the thought of taking the Writer away. ]
『 IT'S MY STORY. MY RULES, MY WORLD. 』
[ Jesse feels herself being thrown across the small hallway into the opposite door. A painful exclamation leaves her. Even then, her hand is extended out to try and pull Alan from the Spiral Door that has trapped him for thirteen years. Ringing fills her ears with the dull roar of the upset entity. Her head remains lowered but she keeps trying to pull until... either she feels him or the door shuts again. ]