Ursula's First Night at Addergoole
Feb. 1st, 2012 04:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kajones_writingMy first piece of Addergoole fanfiction, written with the permission of aldersprig.
Sleeping seemed impossible, even though it was late and Ursula had been up since six am. Thoughts whirred through her mind at an impossible rate as she tried to work out what had happened. Up until the moment she'd entered Addergoole she'd believed that her dad had finally given in to her carefully thought out arguments that an American eduction would be better for her and Livi. Meeting Luke had made it waver slightly, because he had seemed much too young to be a school porter, but she'd come to the conclusion that she was stereotyping jobs unfairly. It had been when the SUV had ended up underground that she knew something had happened that she hadn't planned for.
Biting hard on her lip, Ursula fluffed up her pillow, as though that would help in some way. An underground school was not normal. As it was late she hadn't met anyone other than Luke, and Livi had gone straight to bed, so she didn't have anyone to talk to about her worries. Not that Livi would help. Her sister was lovely, but Ursula already knew what Livi would say. Being in control wasn't a flaw. It made Ursula feel safe. Addergoole made her feel... she couldn't describe the exact feeling... but she was reminded of the time she had sunk into wet mud in the harbour.
Ursula rolled over. What was done couldn't be undone, although she did wish that she could turn back time right at that moment. All she could do was plan for what might happen next. She just had a horrible feeling that she wouldn't be able to. Rolling onto her back, feeling even less tired, she thought of what had followed the entrance. Plush carpet, artwork, hundreds of doors, and nothing that made her think that she had just entered a high school. Maybe if there had been lockers, or something school-like about the building, it might have seemed a little more like the school she had been expecting instead of a plush hotel.
It was worse when Ursula and Livi had been given their own rooms. A school meant dorm rooms in Ursula's mind, so having her own room increased her worry that she really had just stepped into a place her mind insisted on calling Wonderland. She shrugged. Wonderland seemed as good a description as any right then, but she hoped it wasn't quite as dangerous as Wonderland seemed to be. Or as creepy. With one hand she yanked her braid out of the way and rolled over once more, knowing she needed to sleep if she was going to keep Livi safe. The other hand moved her pillow into a better position.
There was always the possibility that Ursula was worrying for no reason whatsoever. She curled an arm around herself, wishing she was still sleeping in the same room as Livi. Her breathing had been a good sleep aid. It seemed unlikely that she was worrying about nothing though. Normally she wasn't wrong about things when she had a bad feeling about them, any more than Livi was wrong when she had a good feeling about something.
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Date: 2012-02-01 10:04 pm (UTC)One thing I find useful for planning purposes is deciding what kind of a situation I want the character to Change during, and work towards that.
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Date: 2012-02-02 07:25 am (UTC)That should say "A.M." above.
>>she hoped it wasn't quite as dangerous as Wonderland seemed to be.<<
*laugh* Leave it to Ursula to recognize Wonderland as dangerous. I love it when characters actually notice the risks around them.