[ it takes a few moments for her to realize what's happening - there is a great rumbling, and something about the movement of the water changes. at first she worries that it's been too long, some kind of timer has gone off and a door will be open. but the window is opening, a bit too slowly for her liking. she can't help but glance over her shoulders to the mess of the room, and that's when she starts to see the papers that hadn't been drenched shart to shutter, and then shoot skyward, like being sucked up into a hose. her eyes follow the pages upward, to find that what had been a ceiling (hadn't it?) is now just some kind of inky blackness. kind of like a void, but also something else.
first go the papers, and then the water starts to suck upwards, and the panic from before swells back in her chest. she turns to the glass and starts banging on it again, trying to get it open, trying to do anything at all, as the sucking noise increases. she starts screaming help, help! hurry! help! as she keeps pounding, hoping the man from before, or anyone at all, can hear her.
that's when he comes around the corner, some kind of gun in his hand. her eyes widen when she sees him, caught back up in the adrenaline - this could work. he did it! he's okay! and then he's working to wrench open the glass. she pushes with him, and with both of their combined efforts it starts to pry open, just as she feels the suction start to pull at her clothes.
when they finally get it open, his fingers curl around her wrist, and Karen latches onto his arm - stumbling free of the pull and immediately running after him - out of the room, the building, all the way out onto the street and into the rain. it's not until both of them feel far enough away from whatever that darkness had been that they come to a stop. they're both out of breath, the rain falling heavy and dark around them, and the man turns back to her - concerned, brows knitted. are you okay?
karen, instead of answering, throws her arms around his neck in a tight hug. it's hard to tell if she's crying with the rain, but the adrenaline rushing through her and now dropping, the relief that they'd made it out, the fact she'd been so convinced, had been so close to giving up, and then he'd showed up- ]
Thank you. [ she says, breathless, her arms tight around his neck. ] Thank you-
im sorry for the broken icon... sobs
first go the papers, and then the water starts to suck upwards, and the panic from before swells back in her chest. she turns to the glass and starts banging on it again, trying to get it open, trying to do anything at all, as the sucking noise increases. she starts screaming help, help! hurry! help! as she keeps pounding, hoping the man from before, or anyone at all, can hear her.
that's when he comes around the corner, some kind of gun in his hand. her eyes widen when she sees him, caught back up in the adrenaline - this could work. he did it! he's okay! and then he's working to wrench open the glass. she pushes with him, and with both of their combined efforts it starts to pry open, just as she feels the suction start to pull at her clothes.
when they finally get it open, his fingers curl around her wrist, and Karen latches onto his arm - stumbling free of the pull and immediately running after him - out of the room, the building, all the way out onto the street and into the rain. it's not until both of them feel far enough away from whatever that darkness had been that they come to a stop. they're both out of breath, the rain falling heavy and dark around them, and the man turns back to her - concerned, brows knitted. are you okay?
karen, instead of answering, throws her arms around his neck in a tight hug. it's hard to tell if she's crying with the rain, but the adrenaline rushing through her and now dropping, the relief that they'd made it out, the fact she'd been so convinced, had been so close to giving up, and then he'd showed up- ]
Thank you. [ she says, breathless, her arms tight around his neck. ] Thank you-