[ Jesse keeps her eyes shut, focusing all her strength on the door and pulling. It's hard--really hard. Painful too, but she'd never share that fact. It reminds her of the times she would try to drive the Hiss out of people. She realizes then that this whole process has been similar to the Hiss invading people. Except Alan... it's worse than anything with the Hiss. Dylan may have invited them in, but Alan has had thirteen years of the Dark Presence breaking him down and taking over him.
« How many times has it happened? How many before you and I showed up? »
The impact with the door across the hall causes the wind to leave her lungs. Not just the door, but from Alan as well. She gasps while he coughs, trying to force her lungs to open and regain the loss of breath. It takes longer than she'd like, but by the time he says her name, she is pushing herself up and breathing heavily to try and regain the energy she just expended. The Motel isn't dark to the point is void of light, but certainly not peppy and bright like it could be.
Her green eyes raise to his gray ones. She moves in an instant, the paranormal energy rippling off of her as if she's dashed up in the small amount of space between them. Perhaps it's uncharacteristic of her, but in the same dashing motion she has her arms wrapped around his shoulders. A hand bunches into the flannel shirt. The other threads into his stringy wet hair.
« Wait... wet? Why is he... nevermind. That's not important. »
She pulls him closer--or maybe it's pulling herself to him. Her face buries between his neck and her arm. He had wanted to say something, and knowing Alan, he will try to get it all out in a rush now that the door has shut behind them. That's fine. She stopped him, after all. It's only fair thar she remains quiet and let's him talk now.
The Motel is a gentle quiet. Some noises echo through the halls, but nothing that would suggest something malicious. Fans working, a dull muffled sound over some invisible speakers. Better than the still all encompassing deafening silence that hangs in his Writer's Room. ]
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« How many times has it happened? How many before you and I showed up? »
The impact with the door across the hall causes the wind to leave her lungs. Not just the door, but from Alan as well. She gasps while he coughs, trying to force her lungs to open and regain the loss of breath. It takes longer than she'd like, but by the time he says her name, she is pushing herself up and breathing heavily to try and regain the energy she just expended. The Motel isn't dark to the point is void of light, but certainly not peppy and bright like it could be.
Her green eyes raise to his gray ones. She moves in an instant, the paranormal energy rippling off of her as if she's dashed up in the small amount of space between them. Perhaps it's uncharacteristic of her, but in the same dashing motion she has her arms wrapped around his shoulders. A hand bunches into the flannel shirt. The other threads into his stringy wet hair.
« Wait... wet? Why is he... nevermind. That's not important. »
She pulls him closer--or maybe it's pulling herself to him. Her face buries between his neck and her arm. He had wanted to say something, and knowing Alan, he will try to get it all out in a rush now that the door has shut behind them. That's fine. She stopped him, after all. It's only fair thar she remains quiet and let's him talk now.
The Motel is a gentle quiet. Some noises echo through the halls, but nothing that would suggest something malicious. Fans working, a dull muffled sound over some invisible speakers. Better than the still all encompassing deafening silence that hangs in his Writer's Room. ]