LIBBS
Libbs was never much of a tree climber. And after today, she was pretty sure that was never going to change.
Amazing how going to get a cup of water turned into one of the worse trips into her life. Perhaps someone had poisoned her? The police were very throrough in hiding her, so it seemed unlikely but y'never knew. People were diligent. And cunning. And tricksy. Though, she had to admit, this was one way to go. She didn't even know drugs had the power to make you trip this hard. All she did was open up a closet door and now she's gone off the deep end.
She looked down from her very-precarious perch in the tree, looking down at the ground below. This was one hell of a trip. She's never even seen a tree this huge before. It was kind of cool. If she gets out this trip, she should figure out where they got it from. At least, until the branch started to creak in distress. Her sluggish eyes widened, her mouth forming a small 'oh!' before the limb broke beneath her, and high-pitched squeaks of anguish, followed by 'OW! Oh!" and a hard thunk before she lay like a child's ragdoll on the floor.
A few hours of quiet passed- before the limp noodle started to wiggle back to life again. Her eyes fluttered open, a growing pain in the side of her noggin, one hand reaching back to the swelling knot on her head. Her eyes fluttered from one leafy bush to another. Thoughts seemed to be attempting to form, but short-circuiting midway as she crawled against the ground. Where ZZT where.. huh.. Her gaze would move to the things that had traveled with her. Those gave a good, warm feeling. And she found herself instinctively reaching out for her boots.. her jackets, her toolwrap, though some of the tools had come loose. As she'd pick up some, she'd open her mouth ajar like a brain-dead monkey, wearing nothing more than a pair of koala printed pajama pants and a tank top to match.
The braincell was pulling some overtime today.
Amazing how going to get a cup of water turned into one of the worse trips into her life. Perhaps someone had poisoned her? The police were very throrough in hiding her, so it seemed unlikely but y'never knew. People were diligent. And cunning. And tricksy. Though, she had to admit, this was one way to go. She didn't even know drugs had the power to make you trip this hard. All she did was open up a closet door and now she's gone off the deep end.
She looked down from her very-precarious perch in the tree, looking down at the ground below. This was one hell of a trip. She's never even seen a tree this huge before. It was kind of cool. If she gets out this trip, she should figure out where they got it from. At least, until the branch started to creak in distress. Her sluggish eyes widened, her mouth forming a small 'oh!' before the limb broke beneath her, and high-pitched squeaks of anguish, followed by 'OW! Oh!" and a hard thunk before she lay like a child's ragdoll on the floor.
A few hours of quiet passed- before the limp noodle started to wiggle back to life again. Her eyes fluttered open, a growing pain in the side of her noggin, one hand reaching back to the swelling knot on her head. Her eyes fluttered from one leafy bush to another. Thoughts seemed to be attempting to form, but short-circuiting midway as she crawled against the ground. Where ZZT where.. huh.. Her gaze would move to the things that had traveled with her. Those gave a good, warm feeling. And she found herself instinctively reaching out for her boots.. her jackets, her toolwrap, though some of the tools had come loose. As she'd pick up some, she'd open her mouth ajar like a brain-dead monkey, wearing nothing more than a pair of koala printed pajama pants and a tank top to match.
The braincell was pulling some overtime today.
let's run off to costa rica
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
