11-14-2018, 01:55 AM
[align=center][div style="background=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; width: 450px;"]muse: emerson beatrix reign
trigger warnings: violence & blood
the driver had dropped her off on the wrong street, but emerson knew it’d take far too long if she were to call him back as she stood, watching the limo fight through the new york traffic. biting her lip, she checks her phone for the time, she’s meant to attending a meeting with a possible buyer with her boss at her internship. she only has five minutes and she believes the restaurant is on the other side of the block. being able to attend this meeting was a huge opportunity, therefore she couldn’t be late. she knew she could make it, but she’d be cutting it close and that could make a bad impression, so she figures she can find an alley to cut through and make it with a minute or so to spare.
her heels click on the asphalt lightly and her left elbow is bent, a black givenchy bag hanging from her arm. emerson turns a corner into the first alley she comes across and instantly she can see the restaurant directly across the street. a closed-lip grin spreads across her delicate face, happy with herself and confident the outcome of the business dinner would be just as she planned.
she’s just halfway through when a man jumps out in front of her, causing her to jump as well. â€Âwhat the hell are you doing?†she demands, face scrunched and her hands in small fists. he doesn’t respond, simply goes for her bag. â€Âhey!†emerson yells as she fights with him for a few moments. the man elbows her in the face, but she manages to hold onto the bag.
â€Âdo you know who i fucking am?!? i’m emerson reign and i’ll have you-“ she stops, feeling something being shoved into the right side of her rib cage. the man takes a step back, her bag and a bloodied knife in hand. her hand had gone to the wound instinctually and she slowly looked down at it then pulled her hand away. emerson’s hand shakes and blood covers it. she slowly looks back up at the man, a look of absolute shock and horror on her face. he looks at her for a moment then drops the knife and runs.
everything is twisting and blurry as emerson stumbles back some. she gulps, closing her eyes tightly, then opening them and finding the same vision. she blinks quickly, in short bursts, trying to see better. tears spill out of her eyes from pain as she hits a side of a building and crumbles to the ground, hand pressed firmly on her side. emerson gathers her last bit of strength, â€Âhelp..†she calls before weakly coughing. a figure comes into her view, she can’t make out any of its features, but she can tell it’s a person. “hey, it’s alright, i’m calling the police. stay with me, okay?†the words echo in her ears as she’s pulled into unconsciousness.
trigger warnings: violence & blood
the driver had dropped her off on the wrong street, but emerson knew it’d take far too long if she were to call him back as she stood, watching the limo fight through the new york traffic. biting her lip, she checks her phone for the time, she’s meant to attending a meeting with a possible buyer with her boss at her internship. she only has five minutes and she believes the restaurant is on the other side of the block. being able to attend this meeting was a huge opportunity, therefore she couldn’t be late. she knew she could make it, but she’d be cutting it close and that could make a bad impression, so she figures she can find an alley to cut through and make it with a minute or so to spare.
her heels click on the asphalt lightly and her left elbow is bent, a black givenchy bag hanging from her arm. emerson turns a corner into the first alley she comes across and instantly she can see the restaurant directly across the street. a closed-lip grin spreads across her delicate face, happy with herself and confident the outcome of the business dinner would be just as she planned.
she’s just halfway through when a man jumps out in front of her, causing her to jump as well. â€Âwhat the hell are you doing?†she demands, face scrunched and her hands in small fists. he doesn’t respond, simply goes for her bag. â€Âhey!†emerson yells as she fights with him for a few moments. the man elbows her in the face, but she manages to hold onto the bag.
â€Âdo you know who i fucking am?!? i’m emerson reign and i’ll have you-“ she stops, feeling something being shoved into the right side of her rib cage. the man takes a step back, her bag and a bloodied knife in hand. her hand had gone to the wound instinctually and she slowly looked down at it then pulled her hand away. emerson’s hand shakes and blood covers it. she slowly looks back up at the man, a look of absolute shock and horror on her face. he looks at her for a moment then drops the knife and runs.
everything is twisting and blurry as emerson stumbles back some. she gulps, closing her eyes tightly, then opening them and finding the same vision. she blinks quickly, in short bursts, trying to see better. tears spill out of her eyes from pain as she hits a side of a building and crumbles to the ground, hand pressed firmly on her side. emerson gathers her last bit of strength, â€Âhelp..†she calls before weakly coughing. a figure comes into her view, she can’t make out any of its features, but she can tell it’s a person. “hey, it’s alright, i’m calling the police. stay with me, okay?†the words echo in her ears as she’s pulled into unconsciousness.