Four months after Fandom

Isabel woke up to darkness. Complete, utter, cannot see a hand in front of your face blackness. She stretched gingerly, checking for injuries, relieved when the most she could find was a bump on her head.

( Oh crap… )

[NFB for distance. As much as she'd love a rescue party no IC interaction possible. OOC is love.]

4 months & 2 weeks after Fandom

Isabel had sung, she'd recited poetry, and in desperation, bad dialogue from Wendy the Werewolf Stalker episodes, anything to distract herself from thinking about what was going to happen when Kivar got bored with letting her wait. She had no idea how much time had passed. The single light in the cell would switch off and on at irregular intervals, making her dread the darkness and oppressive silence of the cell. There was no schedule to the arrival of the meager food that would sometimes appear, when, despite her nerves, she'd doze off into an uneasy sleep. She almost wished something would happen, just to break the monotony.

( You think she'd know better )

[NFB due to distance. Pre-played with the wonderful mparkerceo No IC interaction possible. OOC comments are always welcome.]