You wake up with a groggy, sluggish feeling. There's an idle throbbing in your wrist- and maybe in your head, too. You have no memory of how you came to be here- and you tug your wrist, trying to gain your bearings. Disoriented, confused, and tugging against a weight and a sharp biting pain you're sure you didn't fall asleep with
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She tapped the young woman lightly, trying to wake her as gently as possible ]
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[Shelby rarely slept so heavily. It was dangerous, not only in her line of work, but in recent times while on the run with Chuck and Garrett, hiding from other assassins, wizards, and those who wished them harm in general.
So to feel a hand on her attempting to wake her up is something foreign to her.
She murmurs softly.] Garrett... [And then she takes in her surroundings. This isn't the park. The woman isn't Garrett. There's a weight on her wrist that shouldn't be there.
She springs to her feet immediately, tugging on the chains keeping hold of her. Something scraped against the skin of her wrist, and she begins to bleed. But it's a minor inconvenience compared to what's happening now.] Who are you?
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Helen rose as the young woman did, although if she hadn't she'd no doubt have been pulled up regardless. She was calm despite her panic, trying to keep the handcuffs from moving as little as possible - the scratching that she'd felt before the woman had woke had alerted her to something more, and the scratching that she was receiving now wasn't any more pleasant ]
My name's Helen. I'm not certain as to what has occurred but unless you know something more we have been locked together.
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