[First there was blackness and void. Then there was a point of red, maybe close, maybe not, and then when she turned away to flee there was a lack of floor and a lot of tumbling and a lot of hitting her shins and hands on unseen surfaces.
She would like to be on her feet, but she doesn't trust the floor to remain where she last found it. Ecks sits at a juncture where one surface meets another, back braced against the one that currently seems vertical, not knowing that she fetched up nearly at the edge of another, much larger drop.
And so she waits. She knows what must be done, but she cannot bring herself to move. When she becomes aware of a point of blue she lifts her head, staring through the person -- ally? -- with her unfocused gaze.]
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She would like to be on her feet, but she doesn't trust the floor to remain where she last found it. Ecks sits at a juncture where one surface meets another, back braced against the one that currently seems vertical, not knowing that she fetched up nearly at the edge of another, much larger drop.
And so she waits. She knows what must be done, but she cannot bring herself to move. When she becomes aware of a point of blue she lifts her head, staring through the person -- ally? -- with her unfocused gaze.]
Help me.