[ For all it's worth, Amy isn't trying to hurt Surge or going out of her way to do it, despite what the other girl thinks. She just legitimately doesn't know how to handle her mood swings, or the yelling and the tantrums. And she's been TRYING to avoid the other girl not because she doesn't like her, but because every time they talk or meet it ends up in some sort of argument or fight and it's not fair to either of them but especially Surge because she seems more frustrated than anything.
They keep bumping into each other, though, and Amy thinks that if she gets out of here, she's going to have to put some sort of alarm on the other girl or something so it goes off when they're near one another.
She can worry about that later. The sounds of Surge's own struggle with whatever might be in that room with her doesn't sound good; but she also seems to have way more of a handle on it than Amy does. She thinks, at least -- without a visual, she won't know. And the other girl doesn't seem keen on letting her in on it, so, it is what it is.
Just as she's about to pull herself up, she feels something grab onto her, and she yelps as she damn near plummets back down. Looking down, she can see this... thing in all of its glory, and this is something out of a horror movie or ten that she's seen. Like the one where the survivors live in a mall, or where the girl gets possessed when a passage from an evil book is read. And from the sound of it, there's more truble lurking beneath the surface. ]
Not like this... not like this! [ Amy tries to kick this thing off, but it's not budging. It's too heavy, and she has to look up at the wood she's hanging onto. The extra weight is making the rotting material splinter, and she knows that if it breaks and she falls, she's as good as dead.
She slams her free foot into the face of the creature, before her free hand has her hammer swinging down and right into the skull. The hit isn't as hard as she could if she had solid ground under her feet, but it's enough to loosen the creature enough to where she can shake it off. The splashing noise beneath her is a relief, and she catches her breath before she drags herself up and into the safety of her temporary retreat.
Climbing is the only way out of here, but that means going back out into the rain. Her attention is split three ways right now; one on the noises of a fight that are going on in the room below where she currently sits between Surge and what she can only imagine is another horror, one on the rapidly multiplying situation that she's temporarily escaped from, and the other is the path upwards and to a rainy problem.
Amy leans back against the wall for a second and closes her eyes. She doesn't know if she's going to be able to get out of this one. ]
I know you don't believe me, but I am sorry... I'm sorry for everything. I should have listened to you instead of getting frustrated and hanging up. Shadow is my friend, and I didn't want to hear you threaten him or trash talk him. I also legitimately didn't want you to get hurt.
[ And she chooses to stop talking there, because she's said what she wanted to say. She's not expecting a reply, and so, her attention now goes back up to the ceiling, before she glances around the small enclove she sits in. Her eyes light up as she sees a small chest in the corner, and she scrambles over to it, the wood creaking dangerously under her weight as she throws the top open and begins to toss things around. There's a pretty big glass framed photo inside, and she realizes this is her literal shelter from the rain. Just enough to get away.
She wants so badly to try and find a way to get Surge up here too, to keep her from whatever the hell it is she's going up against in that room, but she also knows enough about the other girl now to know that she won't accept her help even if it's offered. ]
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They keep bumping into each other, though, and Amy thinks that if she gets out of here, she's going to have to put some sort of alarm on the other girl or something so it goes off when they're near one another.
She can worry about that later. The sounds of Surge's own struggle with whatever might be in that room with her doesn't sound good; but she also seems to have way more of a handle on it than Amy does. She thinks, at least -- without a visual, she won't know. And the other girl doesn't seem keen on letting her in on it, so, it is what it is.
Just as she's about to pull herself up, she feels something grab onto her, and she yelps as she damn near plummets back down. Looking down, she can see this... thing in all of its glory, and this is something out of a horror movie or ten that she's seen. Like the one where the survivors live in a mall, or where the girl gets possessed when a passage from an evil book is read. And from the sound of it, there's more truble lurking beneath the surface. ]
Not like this... not like this! [ Amy tries to kick this thing off, but it's not budging. It's too heavy, and she has to look up at the wood she's hanging onto. The extra weight is making the rotting material splinter, and she knows that if it breaks and she falls, she's as good as dead.
She slams her free foot into the face of the creature, before her free hand has her hammer swinging down and right into the skull. The hit isn't as hard as she could if she had solid ground under her feet, but it's enough to loosen the creature enough to where she can shake it off. The splashing noise beneath her is a relief, and she catches her breath before she drags herself up and into the safety of her temporary retreat.
Climbing is the only way out of here, but that means going back out into the rain. Her attention is split three ways right now; one on the noises of a fight that are going on in the room below where she currently sits between Surge and what she can only imagine is another horror, one on the rapidly multiplying situation that she's temporarily escaped from, and the other is the path upwards and to a rainy problem.
Amy leans back against the wall for a second and closes her eyes. She doesn't know if she's going to be able to get out of this one. ]
I know you don't believe me, but I am sorry... I'm sorry for everything. I should have listened to you instead of getting frustrated and hanging up. Shadow is my friend, and I didn't want to hear you threaten him or trash talk him. I also legitimately didn't want you to get hurt.
[ And she chooses to stop talking there, because she's said what she wanted to say. She's not expecting a reply, and so, her attention now goes back up to the ceiling, before she glances around the small enclove she sits in. Her eyes light up as she sees a small chest in the corner, and she scrambles over to it, the wood creaking dangerously under her weight as she throws the top open and begins to toss things around. There's a pretty big glass framed photo inside, and she realizes this is her literal shelter from the rain. Just enough to get away.
She wants so badly to try and find a way to get Surge up here too, to keep her from whatever the hell it is she's going up against in that room, but she also knows enough about the other girl now to know that she won't accept her help even if it's offered. ]