Early Wednesday Morning, 518/520
Apr. 25th, 2007 06:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sensethevisionsPhoebe hadn't slept much. In fact, as soon as she was sure the guys were asleep, she had snuck out of bed. Her head was really hurting and feeling all of the hate and anger that had permeated Aziraphale's office had only made it that much worse. The fact that someone was purposefully hurting people was weighing heavily on her mind.
What made it worse was that she wasn't able to make sense out of her premonitions and help with what was going on. She saw things that were going to happen, but she wasn't getting enough details to help anyone -- or put a stop to the person causing them.
Around sunrise, she got up from the couch. She was planning on making tea to see if it would help with the empathy headache.
When she stood up, she felt slightly dizzy and then clenched her eyes shut, not wanting to see.
... hurtful words... tears... worry... fear... wasn't me... not true... hands going into a backpack... something that doesn't belong with that person... oh god...
Phoebe tried to shake her head free of the premonitions that were becoming nothing but rapid fire images and emotions as she grabbed her cup. She was turning to return to the living room when she gasped and the tea fell to the floor.
... mechanical... engine... taking these away... won't work correctly... remove these... engine...
She got down on her knees to clean up the mess and it hit again. The images were rapidly changing.
... have to get out of here... dirt... digging... not a shovel... it has to work... have to get out of here...
Spilled tea forgotten, Phoebe curled up where she was on the floor. Between the emotions she was picking up that seemed so strong and the rapid-fire premonitions, she was really not enjoying life right about now. The emotions from whomever was doing these things and the emotions coming through her premonitions were getting stronger and she didn't know how to help stop the person causing all of this.
[[OOC: For the occupant(s) of the rooms. Premonitions used by permission.]]
What made it worse was that she wasn't able to make sense out of her premonitions and help with what was going on. She saw things that were going to happen, but she wasn't getting enough details to help anyone -- or put a stop to the person causing them.
Around sunrise, she got up from the couch. She was planning on making tea to see if it would help with the empathy headache.
When she stood up, she felt slightly dizzy and then clenched her eyes shut, not wanting to see.
... hurtful words... tears... worry... fear... wasn't me... not true... hands going into a backpack... something that doesn't belong with that person... oh god...
Phoebe tried to shake her head free of the premonitions that were becoming nothing but rapid fire images and emotions as she grabbed her cup. She was turning to return to the living room when she gasped and the tea fell to the floor.
... mechanical... engine... taking these away... won't work correctly... remove these... engine...
She got down on her knees to clean up the mess and it hit again. The images were rapidly changing.
... have to get out of here... dirt... digging... not a shovel... it has to work... have to get out of here...
Spilled tea forgotten, Phoebe curled up where she was on the floor. Between the emotions she was picking up that seemed so strong and the rapid-fire premonitions, she was really not enjoying life right about now. The emotions from whomever was doing these things and the emotions coming through her premonitions were getting stronger and she didn't know how to help stop the person causing all of this.
[[OOC: For the occupant(s) of the rooms. Premonitions used by permission.]]
