Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2013 19:18:58 GMT -8
The water was deep and refreshing. Elizabeth didn’t normally like cold, but the water felt good after being out in the hot sun. She was still sinking, toward the bottom of the… Where was she actually? Elizabeth opened her eyes underwater as he body slowly sunk downwards. The water was a medium blue, tinged with green. This could be a pool, or a lake, or an ocean. Probably not a lake. Lot of silt in lakes, so I’ve heard. And fish poop. But then again I would guess there’d be just as much fish poop in the ocean. Maybe its in less dense quantities. Where am I again? Elizabeth could not make out any signs of life, so this didn’t help her location questions either. Oh well. No matter. One did not have to know where one was to enjoy oneself. Suddenly though, Elizabeth realized she wasn’t enjoying herself so much. She had not reached bottom yet, and this sent off little warming bells inside her head. Now her lungs started to burn. Time to get out of Dodge. Elizabeth flung her arms out, sweeping them in a downward arc. As her arms pumped, her legs gave swift scissor kicks, propelling herself up faster. The top of the water was starting to become visible. Seeing how close the surface was, her body worked harder to bring her closer to the life-giving air. So close.
Her head broke the surface, and she opened her eyes and gasped for breath. Actually opened her eyes. Elizabeth was frozen for a moment as the cacophony of the chaos of the ship reached her senses. She hadn’t surfaced from a body of water, She had surfaced from years of artificial sleep in this cryotank. Unfrozen now, Elizabeth whipped her head around, trying to figure out how to get herself out of the danged thing. She lifted her arms to push at the glass. Well, her body sent the request to her muscles anyways. However, her arms didn’t move. Elizabeth had a slight moment of panic at the feeling of her body unresponsive and heavy. Panic soon was replaced with irritation. Her limbs must be asleep. Damnit I had better not have been like this for long. People rarely realized that it wasn’t the heart alone that kept the blood flowing through the body, it was also the constriction of the skeletal muscles that helped get blood to extremities. They had systems in the ship to mimic this effect on the body, but hers must have shut of.
First a tingling pins-and-needles, then fiery pain slowly filled her body as it regained proper blood flow. Elizabeth grimaced, but kept trying to move. Soon her body was responsive, and she flung her arms at the glass in front of her. It was smooth, and cold. Very cold. A harsh shiver rippled down Elizabeth’s spine, but she pushed harder. The glass door resisted only for a moment. It opened, and Elizabeth tumbled out onto her knees. Pain spiked through her kneecaps, and she winced. Her body felt foreign and unused. Elizabeth shakily pushed herself up, only then becoming aware of the sounds of chaos and alarms. As she regained her feet, she stumbled towards a wall. As her fingertips splayed to catch herself, Elizabeth turned and saw a young blonde woman about to crash into her. She flinched, but realized she was looking into a mirror. The woman in front of her had long, wavy blonde hair and honey-brown eyes. She blinked. Her face was still slightly childishly round, but her body had filled out and was quite an improvement in her mind. She traced the curve of her thighs and butt to the lithe bend of her back.
Elizabeth turned from the mirror, slightly irritated with her fascination of her own body. She continued down the room, which appeared to have other cryochambers, toward what she assumed was the door. Yes! It was a door, Elizabeth remembered now from her training. As she reached the panel, she hit a button instinctively and the door slid open. The noise intensified. People were running everywhere, with little order to the madness. Why was everyone so freaked out? Had there been other malfunctions? Elizabeth paused at the entrance of her door, watching the people run by. She felt disjointed from the crowd, not sharing their panic, and just watched. Where was she supposed to go anyways?
Her head broke the surface, and she opened her eyes and gasped for breath. Actually opened her eyes. Elizabeth was frozen for a moment as the cacophony of the chaos of the ship reached her senses. She hadn’t surfaced from a body of water, She had surfaced from years of artificial sleep in this cryotank. Unfrozen now, Elizabeth whipped her head around, trying to figure out how to get herself out of the danged thing. She lifted her arms to push at the glass. Well, her body sent the request to her muscles anyways. However, her arms didn’t move. Elizabeth had a slight moment of panic at the feeling of her body unresponsive and heavy. Panic soon was replaced with irritation. Her limbs must be asleep. Damnit I had better not have been like this for long. People rarely realized that it wasn’t the heart alone that kept the blood flowing through the body, it was also the constriction of the skeletal muscles that helped get blood to extremities. They had systems in the ship to mimic this effect on the body, but hers must have shut of.
First a tingling pins-and-needles, then fiery pain slowly filled her body as it regained proper blood flow. Elizabeth grimaced, but kept trying to move. Soon her body was responsive, and she flung her arms at the glass in front of her. It was smooth, and cold. Very cold. A harsh shiver rippled down Elizabeth’s spine, but she pushed harder. The glass door resisted only for a moment. It opened, and Elizabeth tumbled out onto her knees. Pain spiked through her kneecaps, and she winced. Her body felt foreign and unused. Elizabeth shakily pushed herself up, only then becoming aware of the sounds of chaos and alarms. As she regained her feet, she stumbled towards a wall. As her fingertips splayed to catch herself, Elizabeth turned and saw a young blonde woman about to crash into her. She flinched, but realized she was looking into a mirror. The woman in front of her had long, wavy blonde hair and honey-brown eyes. She blinked. Her face was still slightly childishly round, but her body had filled out and was quite an improvement in her mind. She traced the curve of her thighs and butt to the lithe bend of her back.
Elizabeth turned from the mirror, slightly irritated with her fascination of her own body. She continued down the room, which appeared to have other cryochambers, toward what she assumed was the door. Yes! It was a door, Elizabeth remembered now from her training. As she reached the panel, she hit a button instinctively and the door slid open. The noise intensified. People were running everywhere, with little order to the madness. Why was everyone so freaked out? Had there been other malfunctions? Elizabeth paused at the entrance of her door, watching the people run by. She felt disjointed from the crowd, not sharing their panic, and just watched. Where was she supposed to go anyways?