Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2014 14:22:30 GMT -6
The first thing Romano noticed upon cracking open his groggy eyes was that he was lying on the cold, hard ground. The lighting around him was dim: merely oil lanterns spaced far and few between. The floor was stone beneath him, and definitely not doing any good to his back. The ceiling over his head, too, was made of rock, stalagmites and stalactites cluing him to just where he was.
…I'm underground? How did he get underground? He couldn't remember his descent. Come to think of it, he couldn't remember falling asleep either. How long had he been out? A feeling of panic welled up within him. He had fallen asleep only to awaken in an entirely different place. That could only mean something had moved him! What if it was dangerous? What if it was coming back? He shuddered to think of what kind of creatures would drag their prey into a dark cave to feast. And in lighting so dim, it could sneak up behind him at any given moment and catch him totally by surprise! The feeling of something large and horrible breathing down his neck made Romano's hair stand on end, chills rolling down his spine. Imagination or not, it was enough to make him start, forgetting all his grogginess as he shot up into a sitting position, breathing hard.
As he did so, his blood almost froze upon hearing very feminine panting beside him. There was someone else here, but where? His head whipped around, trying to find the source of the short, panicked breaths, but there was no one there.
Ghost…! That was the only explanation! In a house like this, it wouldn't be out of place. There was a ghost here, and she was hovering just over him, desperate gasping as her only form of communication. Noting the spring just a little ways off, Romano wondered if her last moments had been spent doing just that in the crystal clear waters. A victim of drowning…… the area suddenly felt a little colder. He held his breath, freezing stiff and afraid to move. As he did so, the ghost silenced as well. Perhaps she was gone? Or maybe never there, simply a remnant of whatever nightmarish dream he had been having before his rough awakening. As much as he hoped this would calm him down and allow him to breath easy, he was still on edge, dreading having to fight an enemy he couldn't see.
It definitely didn't help his unease that he felt different– a little more…top-heavy, so to speak. Shifting to brush his bangs out of his eyes, he was shocked to find it was significantly longer than he remembered, dark-auburn strands brushing his shoulders in glossy curls. Again, panic welled up within him. Just how long was I asleep? It must have been a long time to allow his hair to grow so long! He looked down at his hand in disbelief, locks entwined in his fingers and clear as day despite the dim lighting. It was frightening to find that his hand, too, looked different: more slender and delicate than he remembered– not thinner and bonier as a result of malnutrition, but more feminine and beautiful. He had a girl's hands.
"CHE CAZZO?!?!" he shrieked, turning his hand over several times as he struggled to make sense of it. He realized a moment later that the pitch he chose to yell was an octave lower than his vocal chords were made for, and hurt his throat. "MERDA!!!" He continued to fire off a string of expletives, trying to find a more comfortable pitch in which to speak as his hands wandered his body, exploring the curves that weren't there the last time he had been aware. He was smaller, his clothes sagging on his now-slight form. He had hips, and a tiny pinched in waist. As his hands cupped two wholly new assets, he realized that, yes, he was indeed a woman. Along with the discovery of his breasts, there was something missing downstairs as well. What the hell is going on?! It wasn't a dream. He knew it wasn't a dream. Then how?! Just what had happened while he was unconscious?
Standing up, he noted just how big his clothes were on him, his pants gathering at his bare feet in wrinkles. The waist slipped low on his hips, even with a belt, and his shirt's neckline dipped a little lower than a real lady would feel comfortable with. Still in shock from his discovery, he shuffled over to the water and peered down to get a glimpse of his reflection. It was so familiar, yet so different: same green eyes, same pouty mouth, but somehow better with a delicate little chin and sweet pink lips– from what he could tell, lighting being as bad as it was. He felt his face, watching the girl reflected in the water mirror his very movements. That was him?
Arms crossed tightly over his chest, he turned slowly to take in his surroundings. He was cold– no jacket, no shoes. They were likely still in the place where he had fallen asleep, wherever that was. Dammit! My weapon! His face grew pale, eyes wide at the realization he did not, in fact, know where his gun had ended up. It wasn't with him when he woke up. The full severity of his situation slammed him full force with this revelation. He was unarmed, in an unfamiliar place, in an unfamiliar body… He didn't know where he was or how he got there, and he was almost scared to think of it. His normal self had never been much for combat, so now smaller and frailer, he definitely wouldn't be any match for whatever he might encounter without his gun. Furthermore, his stupid girl emotions amplified everything he was feeling! Now terrified by his own vulnerability, he resumed panicking, fighting back tears as he bit back the urge to whimper pitifully. Making any kind of noise now, he realized, would only attract danger. He had to keep a level head, and find a way out of these dank caves.
Suddenly, a footstep resounded, echoing off the walls of the cavern. Romano's blood ran cold. He wasn't alone! There was someone else here. Turning around as gracefully and quietly as he could (this body was surprisingly nimble), he bit his lip and braced himself to meet the unwelcome stranger.
((Revamped thread for Turkey))
…I'm underground? How did he get underground? He couldn't remember his descent. Come to think of it, he couldn't remember falling asleep either. How long had he been out? A feeling of panic welled up within him. He had fallen asleep only to awaken in an entirely different place. That could only mean something had moved him! What if it was dangerous? What if it was coming back? He shuddered to think of what kind of creatures would drag their prey into a dark cave to feast. And in lighting so dim, it could sneak up behind him at any given moment and catch him totally by surprise! The feeling of something large and horrible breathing down his neck made Romano's hair stand on end, chills rolling down his spine. Imagination or not, it was enough to make him start, forgetting all his grogginess as he shot up into a sitting position, breathing hard.
As he did so, his blood almost froze upon hearing very feminine panting beside him. There was someone else here, but where? His head whipped around, trying to find the source of the short, panicked breaths, but there was no one there.
Ghost…! That was the only explanation! In a house like this, it wouldn't be out of place. There was a ghost here, and she was hovering just over him, desperate gasping as her only form of communication. Noting the spring just a little ways off, Romano wondered if her last moments had been spent doing just that in the crystal clear waters. A victim of drowning…… the area suddenly felt a little colder. He held his breath, freezing stiff and afraid to move. As he did so, the ghost silenced as well. Perhaps she was gone? Or maybe never there, simply a remnant of whatever nightmarish dream he had been having before his rough awakening. As much as he hoped this would calm him down and allow him to breath easy, he was still on edge, dreading having to fight an enemy he couldn't see.
It definitely didn't help his unease that he felt different– a little more…top-heavy, so to speak. Shifting to brush his bangs out of his eyes, he was shocked to find it was significantly longer than he remembered, dark-auburn strands brushing his shoulders in glossy curls. Again, panic welled up within him. Just how long was I asleep? It must have been a long time to allow his hair to grow so long! He looked down at his hand in disbelief, locks entwined in his fingers and clear as day despite the dim lighting. It was frightening to find that his hand, too, looked different: more slender and delicate than he remembered– not thinner and bonier as a result of malnutrition, but more feminine and beautiful. He had a girl's hands.
"CHE CAZZO?!?!" he shrieked, turning his hand over several times as he struggled to make sense of it. He realized a moment later that the pitch he chose to yell was an octave lower than his vocal chords were made for, and hurt his throat. "MERDA!!!" He continued to fire off a string of expletives, trying to find a more comfortable pitch in which to speak as his hands wandered his body, exploring the curves that weren't there the last time he had been aware. He was smaller, his clothes sagging on his now-slight form. He had hips, and a tiny pinched in waist. As his hands cupped two wholly new assets, he realized that, yes, he was indeed a woman. Along with the discovery of his breasts, there was something missing downstairs as well. What the hell is going on?! It wasn't a dream. He knew it wasn't a dream. Then how?! Just what had happened while he was unconscious?
Standing up, he noted just how big his clothes were on him, his pants gathering at his bare feet in wrinkles. The waist slipped low on his hips, even with a belt, and his shirt's neckline dipped a little lower than a real lady would feel comfortable with. Still in shock from his discovery, he shuffled over to the water and peered down to get a glimpse of his reflection. It was so familiar, yet so different: same green eyes, same pouty mouth, but somehow better with a delicate little chin and sweet pink lips– from what he could tell, lighting being as bad as it was. He felt his face, watching the girl reflected in the water mirror his very movements. That was him?
Arms crossed tightly over his chest, he turned slowly to take in his surroundings. He was cold– no jacket, no shoes. They were likely still in the place where he had fallen asleep, wherever that was. Dammit! My weapon! His face grew pale, eyes wide at the realization he did not, in fact, know where his gun had ended up. It wasn't with him when he woke up. The full severity of his situation slammed him full force with this revelation. He was unarmed, in an unfamiliar place, in an unfamiliar body… He didn't know where he was or how he got there, and he was almost scared to think of it. His normal self had never been much for combat, so now smaller and frailer, he definitely wouldn't be any match for whatever he might encounter without his gun. Furthermore, his stupid girl emotions amplified everything he was feeling! Now terrified by his own vulnerability, he resumed panicking, fighting back tears as he bit back the urge to whimper pitifully. Making any kind of noise now, he realized, would only attract danger. He had to keep a level head, and find a way out of these dank caves.
Suddenly, a footstep resounded, echoing off the walls of the cavern. Romano's blood ran cold. He wasn't alone! There was someone else here. Turning around as gracefully and quietly as he could (this body was surprisingly nimble), he bit his lip and braced himself to meet the unwelcome stranger.
((Revamped thread for Turkey))