[ Elizabeth manages to stop midswing. The door moves. She steps back, chair in hand, head eyes moving to the door. A familiar rush comes to her at the sight of a door opening. Whatever this manuscript page describes is perfectly recalling events and causing emotions to come to the surface. They're not quite the same, but, the variables are strikingly obvious to her.
A chair instead of a book. A piece of wood instead of a key.
She hurriedly puts the chair down and rushes to the door. Small hands curl around the edge before pulling it open further. She grunts as the door budges more towards her. Enough that she can be seen on the other side. Blue eyes, brown hair as a frayed bob, a lace choker with a bird brooch nestled neatly on it. A blue dress and brown jacket can be seen as well. A pair of vintage boots with lace on her feet.
Elizabeth looks at the man on the other side of the door. Taller than her, brown hair, gray eyes. A jacket made of tweed with another underlayer with a hood attached, worn denim pants, and a pair of boots. A beard and long unkept hair. She knows in an instant this is the man that the manuscript page mentioned. The man looking for her. ]
Help me open the door! [ She speaks up. Her small frame shows that opening a wedged door could prove difficult with the state of the building. ] It was locked on my side. How--how did you get it open?
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[ Elizabeth manages to stop midswing. The door moves. She steps back, chair in hand, head eyes moving to the door. A familiar rush comes to her at the sight of a door opening. Whatever this manuscript page describes is perfectly recalling events and causing emotions to come to the surface. They're not quite the same, but, the variables are strikingly obvious to her.
A chair instead of a book. A piece of wood instead of a key.
She hurriedly puts the chair down and rushes to the door. Small hands curl around the edge before pulling it open further. She grunts as the door budges more towards her. Enough that she can be seen on the other side. Blue eyes, brown hair as a frayed bob, a lace choker with a bird brooch nestled neatly on it. A blue dress and brown jacket can be seen as well. A pair of vintage boots with lace on her feet.
Elizabeth looks at the man on the other side of the door. Taller than her, brown hair, gray eyes. A jacket made of tweed with another underlayer with a hood attached, worn denim pants, and a pair of boots. A beard and long unkept hair. She knows in an instant this is the man that the manuscript page mentioned. The man looking for her. ]
Help me open the door! [ She speaks up. Her small frame shows that opening a wedged door could prove difficult with the state of the building. ] It was locked on my side. How--how did you get it open?