[OPEN] A New Beginning Dec 16, 2017 8:20:20 GMT
Post by Astrid Volkov on Dec 16, 2017 8:20:20 GMT
Upon entering the House, the Wailing House that had been eluded to for two years of her life now, Astrid was at a loss for words. Not because she was stunned in horror or in a state of mental paralysis, but rather because this was the full unveiling of an entire world she did not know of. It was important to herself. She wanted to explore the possibilities in such a place further, and who knows? Perhaps somehow she could weasel her way to the side that gives out the contracts, she could become that powerful? It was a very, very nice sounding question in her head, because she assumed the answers.
However, if that were to ever happen it would not be quick. The moment she entered the doors via escorts, the hand that firmly guided her switched over to an otherwordly figure. A large hand gripping her arm, had she not walked along she would have been dragged towards the lower floor of the building. Barely even able to get a proper view of the Wailing House yet, she skidded a few times as she couldn't quite keep up. Finally, after thumping down a set of stairs and entering a dim lit area, she was thrown into a room that was probably as bad as it gets without involving disgusting elements like bodily fluids and gore. It was basically dark, the only form of furniture or bedding was at best low quality, dirty cots. There may have been some hay even lying around, but she wasn't certain given how dark it was. For the moment she had absolutely no clue of what to do. She was just tossed into this house and shut in what was the Slave Quarters, but at this time she had absolutely no idea of that.
So her mind began to wander. She was curious really. It had been such a trip, she actually walked to the site of the Wailing House short of the end of her contract. It seemed as if she had actually become content with her life. One of New York's many Brokerage Firms had been reduced to a collection of corpses and her contract had it so that she'd get out completely free from the authority. It was fascinating how much power a simple contract had over the methods of the world. They can fundamentally change reality and defy what we think luck really is. To Astrid now, luck was no longer chance. Luck was something more ever since that contract, it was the influence of otherwordly entities. She smiled lightly at all of the recall. It was almost like a sensory deprivation chamber, besides the horrible bed of course. Just quiet and darkness.
Of course, there was the occasional groan of another Slave somewhere in the muck along with them. While by no means would she ever come to know such people most likely, she still couldn't quite block that out. Eventually while laying there she began to feel the implication that perhaps, just perhaps she was intentionally thrown into terrible conditions. She truly didn't expect good things after giving her soul away, but she had hoped it would be at least exciting for herself. New things, and it was that, but there were still familiar concepts. So she sat up and leaned against the wall, watching the door on the brink of consciousness, in that twilight zone of fluttering eyes and jerky awakenings, just waiting for something to happen. Perhaps something would come of this, but increasingly she was in no state to really consider that, the walk had taken it's toll. It had quite literally been a journey of tragedy. She'd actually had to evade the police- or be in that situation. Naturally, their cruisers would spin out and flip off of the road, or their dogs wouldn't cooperate, everything always fortunately went in her favor in that journey.
Though now she was here, and she wanted to harness as much of it as she could. To her, it was like an afterlife that still had ties to your mortality, and that had a profound feeling to it. Tingles ran down her spine, she smiled, drifting off in the time it would take anybody to follow up on her delivery.
They would likely need to wake her.