victor reyes. (strongarms) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2012-11-11 17:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, claudia corbett, lena gevelinger, vic reyes, ~ horror: mountain lodge |
LOG: THE MOUNTAIN LODGE.
WHO: Lena, Vic and Claudia.
WHAT: Trapped. Blizzards. Other scary stuff.
WHEN: Sunday, Day three.
WHERE: The Mountain Lodge
WARNINGS: Sadness and cabin fever.
STATUS: Complete log.
A small stream of light was visible from the gap between the bottom of the door and the floor but aside from that the room was dark. Claudia wasn’t sure how long they’d been sitting there but she was both sure it had been an excruciatingly long time and sure that she had never felt time moving so slowly. Were the others looking for them? She hoped so, really, really hoped so, not sure how much longer she could cope in this room. It was getting harder and harder to breath, her intakes of air shallower and shallower each time. Breath deeply she kept telling herself, logically knowing it would calm her down, make her feel better, but she found herself unable to follow her own instructions. She was starting to feel light headed too, dizzy, almost like she had felt yesterday, but she had been better this morning, she knew she had, she wasn’t getting sick again, even if she was beginning to feel a slightly sick sensation in the pit of her stomach. She tried to remember the positive things of the situation; she was alive, and as far as she knew so were the rest of her group, she wasn’t alone, she was stuck with two very capable people, even if neither of them could manage to get the door open and she wasn’t crazy because this time everyone else had seen the ghosts too. It didn’t help much though, it wasn’t enough to distract her from the fact they were stuck. “Should we try the door again?” she suggested, even though she knew it was hopeless. Lena shook her head but then realized how foolish a response that was, seeing as the room was pitch black and Claudia could neither see her shaking her head nor hear it. Lena sighed. "I think it would be useless. The door is locked and we can't get out that way." Lena didn't like feeling helpless and she didn't like being told she couldn't do things. It made her want to do them all the more. Lena typically liked challenges. But this one was a nightmare, pun intended. She stopped flicking her phone open and shut, stopped replying to Aisha and Jonas and whoever else, and sighed as the light on the phone shut off once again. It had been the only light source they had, and she was wasting it. How foolish, Lena chastised herself. With a grunt of effort, Lena stood up and stalked across the room, from door to window and back again. She occasionally bumped into things within the room, and cursed aloud. "We can't stay in here," she declared. "We have no food, no water, no weapons. I can whittle those chair legs into stakes but we need to get out of this room." Claudia hadn’t even thought about the lack of water, food was less of an issue as even though she had eaten breakfast that morning she hadn’t felt like food much since yesterday. She knew Lena was right, being stuck here was even worse than she’d realised now their lack of pretty much everything they needed to survive was pointed out. “Okay,” she said, in response to Lena saying she could whittle them stakes. Stakes wouldn’t be hard to use, she didn’t think, and hopefully they were more of a precaution than a necessity but considering this was a nightmare it seemed more than likely they would need something to protect themselves with. She picked herself off the floor, the room feeling even smaller now she was at her full height. “You whittle and we’ll start looking for a way out of here again.” "Stay seated if you still feel sick," Lena commanded bossily. She didn't mean to be authoritative but it just came out that way. Lena had a habit of doing that. "You could make yourself worse otherwise." Lena crossed the distance between herself and Claudia and thrust her phone into the other girl's hands. "And hold onto this and shine the light on the chairs. I don't want to stab myself in the dark." That would be the last thing they needed; one girl sick from possible food poisoning, Lena bleeding to death and Vic being - well - Vic. Lena cast a quick glance in the direction of Vic, though it was hard to tell if he was still where he'd last been, seeing as it was so damn dark in that room. In fact, it was so dark that Lena felt the weight of that darkness pressing down upon her like a threatening reminder of what kind of danger they were in. This is only a dream, Lena told herself repeatedly. It had been a helpful mantra before but right now its soothing quality had all but disappeared. She sighed. She wasn’t sick, she wanted to protest, she’d been feeling better ever since she woke up and aside from the ghosts, which everyone had seen, she hadn’t seen anything out of the ordinary and she could remember where she was and why she was here, this room was just really small. But it was easiest not to protest, there were more important things to tend to, so she followed Lena’s instructions, holding the phone as steady as she could so that Lena could see what she was doing. Hopefully Vic would manage to find a way out while she was acting as Lena’s personal torch. Lena grunted her thanks, which was all that Claudia would get from her unless Claudia somehow saved her life from a murderous psychopath wielding a chainsaw and a grotesque mask. She snapped off the four legs of a chair situated within the room, and got to work, scraping off slivers of wood near the end to sharpen it into a nice point. The more jagged, the better, if you asked Lena. You could do some serious damage with an uneven laceration. Harder to stitch up. After several minutes of this, Lena had a stake, which she handed off to Claudia. With the exertion and that pressure from the darkness - or was it the room? the room, closing in on itself? - Lena decided to take a break. She let out a deep, heavy sigh and lay down upon the floor, the small of her back pressed against it to steady herself and get rid of some of that suffocating feeling. She would never admit aloud that she wasn't feeling well. Claudia took the stake, trying to get comfortable with it in her hand, not completely sure how to hold it. Was closer to the sharp end, around the middle or the other end the best place for her hand to be? She tried out all options, playing around with the stake until she heard Lena's sigh. "Are you okay," Claudia asked, shining the phone towards Lena for light and seeing her lying on the floor. "You didn't cut yourself, did you?" That would be better than the reality, blood Claudia could deal with, this dark, small room and the way it was making her feel was much harder to treat. "No," came the sullen response. Lena felt that, too, would be better than the reality, because that was a physical issue. Metaphysical issues, such as this room, were more complicated and Lena didn't know how to deal with them. Lena threw an arm over her face, pressing her eyes against the crook of her elbow and shutting out all sight. It wasn't hard to do so, seeing as it was so pitch black there, but Lena thought it might make her feel better. It didn't. "We have to get out of this room," Lena repeated. If it hadn’t been for the throbbing pain coming from his arm, there was a very good chance Vic wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from snapping. We have to get out of this room. What a silly fucking thing to say. Way to point out the obvious. Shut the fuck up. All things he wanted to say to both girls, but the rational part of him managed to keep his temper in check. He couldn’t blame Lena or Claudia for anything they were doing -- and they were being more productive than he was. Some help he had been, leaning against the wall in the dark, trying to focus on anything that wasn’t his arm, or his headache, or how he felt fatigued and feverish. Victor especially did not want to think about Hunter. At least he had tried to break the door down before he had retreated to the wall. He was the strongest person in the school -- possibly the strongest person in the world. That’s what the FBI had told him after he had completed their tests at age fifteen and they had said the same when they’d kept him in detention at age 18. And yet all his pounding and punching hadn’t even left a dent. Useless. “We’re going to get out of here,” he said in a low voice, pushing himself off the wall. Gripping his wound, he turned to face the wall he’d just been leaning on, tapping it lightly with his foot. “I refuse,” he started, throwing his leg back and kicking at the wall, “to die in some goddamn nightmare.” Each word was punctuated with a powerful but completely ineffective kick. “Fuck George Cooper. And fuck IVI for bringing him to the school in the first goddamn place,” he added, a little out of breath. Considering he hadn't managed to get the door, which was meant to open, to budge, Claudia didn't think kicking the wall was going to be at all effective. Still, at least Vic seemed determined to get out now. She couldn't blame him for only wanting to sit, last time she'd seen his arm it had looked pretty painful and since the majority had thought it a bad idea to let Claudia go down to the lab to find something to treat him with there was only so much any of them could do to try and ease the pain. She was still a little disappointed she hadn't gone to the lab, being stuck there would have been better than being stuck here, but she knew it was likely for the best. Not because she was worried about evil doctors but because she would probably get distracted in the lab and forget why she had even gone down there, instead returning with items she found fascinating rather than useful. She looked at Lena, still on the ground, arm covering her face, and then shone the phone light around to Vic, kicking the wall. Neither responses seemed like they were going to help much but at least both had tried something, Lena with her stake making and Vic now attempting to break down walls (or maybe he was just angry, she wasn't entirely sure). "Maybe we've missed something," she suggested, pulling out her own phone for more light. There could easily be something helpful in the room that they just hadn't spotted in the dark. "There could be a key hidden somewhere." Lena turned her head to glare (okay, look) at Vic as he started swearing about being stuck there. He was vocalizing all that she felt internally but felt compelled to suppress, lest she begin to panic. But Lena was feeling anxious and tense all over, and nothing Vic said or promised was making her feel any better. She rolled over, onto her stomach, and crawled across the floor toward the wall. There was a draft of cool air emanating from a portion of it and Lena pressed her face up close to it. It was a window. Lena rested her cheek against the ice-cold pane of the window, taking some comfort from the cool glass against her face. She couldn't see outside of it. But it was still a window and it led to someplace outside. And someplace outside was so much, much better than stuck in here, with monster ghosts trying to kill them. "A window," Lena said simply, before she slammed her elbow into the pane as hard as she could. Claudia had not realised how defeated she’d felt, how little she’d really believed they would eventually manage to get out of this room that felt smaller and smaller by the minute, until she felt a spark of hope at Lena finding a window. She didn’t care where the window led to, it was a way out of this room. She stopped her search around the room and instead shone both phones onto the window Lena had found, lighting it up so she could break it open, desperately hoping it wasn’t stuck like the door. Cold air rushed into the room as Lena finally got the window open and Claudia wished, not for the first time this nightmare, that dream her had thought to dress more appropriately. She peered out the window at what seemed to be a wall of white. “Is that,” she paused, moving closer, “snow?” She’d never seen snow in real life before and it blocking their one exit wasn’t giving her a good first opinion of it. She reached out to touch it, ignoring how cold it felt on her fingers. “We can get through it,” she said, digging through it with her hands. Right now even frostbite seemed better than spending any longer in this room. Ignoring the sharp searing pain in her elbow, Lena began to help Claudia dig as well. She only did this for a moment before the cold got to her and she retreated, trying to find something they could use to shovel instead of their hands. Some searching yielded a dustpan within a cabinet, and Lena brought it back to the window, beginning to shovel a pan-full of snow out from the window and tossing it over her shoulder into the cursed room. Of course it’s snow, Vic almost snapped, but the overwhelming amount of guilt that followed that thought was enough for him to keep his mouth shut. Closing his eyes for a moment, he tried to steady himself so he could go help the girls out. He would be able to do more if he could distract himself his stab wound and its infection. It was hard not to think about how exhausted he was, though, or how his joint ached. He felt as if he’d been pulled apart and reassembled by someone who barely knew how the human body was supposed to work. But for all his pain, he had to move. Fuck if he was going to sit idly by and whine to himself while Claudia and Lena did all the work. Vic quickly scanned the room for something he could wrap around his hands to help dig; there was something on the floor -- old curtains, maybe? Whatever it was, he ripped it easily, wrapping thick strips of fabric around his hand to act as makeshift gloves. “Let me help,” he said quietly, moving toward the window. It wasn’t a request. “Who knows how deep under the snow we are, this could take forever.” He’d seen how the snow had been piling it up yesterday -- they could be under several feet of snow for all he knew. They’d have to take turns to get out of this. Vic was right, the digging did seem to take forever, the snow seemed never ending. Why did people even like the snow? Claudia was failing to see the appeal of it as they took turns to dig through the thick layers of it whilst struggling to keep warm. Eventually they broke through the surface of the snow, finally escaping from the hotel room. The wind whistled around them, causing Claudia to shiver, wishing for the millionth time this weekend that her dream self had been smarter and had dressed more appropriately on the first day. She wasn’t a snowy weather expert but the high winds and huge amount of snow was enough of a giveaway for even her. They had escaped the claustrophobic confines of the hotel room only to find themselves caught in a blizzard. Could this day get any worse? |