Who: Kate, Lucy, Vanessa Where: Movie Theater & Town When: Mid-Morning
Waking up hadn't been that uncomfortable in a long time, not even on that day where she had woken up entangled with all those losers and faggots on the dirty ground, and while Vanessa certainly didn't like her predicament inside a gigantic popcorn machine, this surely opened up new possibilites and excited the part of her brain that just loved indulging in being the victim, especially since she had dragged Lucy into being her bestie or whatever. Being confined, needing to be saved, being able to display devastation and fear leading to a little crisis was exactly what Vanessa needed after Lucy had whined about how she wasn't feeling well because of the quiz and shit when the spotlight should have been on her alone, writing her apology and needing Lucy to proof-read it. This bitch hadn't even waited for her after she had emerged half-naked from the depths of this underground classroom, and she should have waited for her, knowing that being stripped off her clothes was traumatizing for her.
Actually, it was merely accidental that Vanessa assumed rightly that people would come to save her, as whenever something uncomfortable happened to her, this was the very first place her mind went everytime, seeking the benefit out of every situation surrounding her well-being, especially when she was clearly at a disadvantage and not in the same situation as other people. Vanessa had no clue that she was inside a movie theater, even though she kinda figured, and she also had no clue that she was inside the town where it was actually possible to be found. In the end, it sufficed to assume that someone would find her, and it was more important to think about how she should act when it happened than going through possibilities of what might happen if she wasn't found, or if no one even searched for her, not even trying to figure out how to escape on her own, not even noticing that it was ultimately impossible for her to escape on her own. She surely spotted the key, but didn't try to break the glass, at least not for now. At this rate, many hours would need to pass before she would seriously consider that maybe, this was a bad situation, and that possibly, this was a real reason to be scared for a change.
For now, the thing that disgusted Vanessa the most was the fact that there was seriously something wrong with this popcorn. It tasted like SALT, which was not how popcorn was supposed to taste, and she wondered if They wanted to mess with her by giving her disgusting popcorn which was maybe even poisoned or something. The only piece she ate was spit out instantly, and sadly, nobody heard Vanessa's exasperated sound of disgust. GOD, this was super ridiculous, did they really made popcorn bad only so she couldn't eat it? THIS was definitly much worse than the butter sticking to her clothes, because she COULDN'T WAIT to complain about this very fact to whomever might find her here.
And they should be nice, shouldn't they?? She had put up an apology after all, and only this stupid dickhead had replied, exactly like Vanessa had wanted him to reply, hostile and unforgiving. She would be fucking nice to him from now on, feeding on his hatred for her, whining to Lucy about it, making Lucy ultimately mad at Marco. No one else had replied, which was another reason to whine about, another reason to cling to Lucy, another reason to feel super insecure and displaying neediness and hopefully get away with it, because she deserved it. Of course people would understand that she would feel super scared and mentally broken after a situation like this, ironically playing with the thought to claim she was afraid she would die inside this thing, without ever really processing that at this point, without further knowledge, this was indeed a potential, real possibility.
No matter if people believed her apology or not, Lucy believed it was sincere, and she had made the first step. If people would be mean to her because she was afraid of this threatful situation, Lucy would surely be mad at them, right?? THIS was a real situation to be afraid of! THIS would earn her victim points, as SHE was the ONLY ONE in danger today! It naturally didn't cross her self-indulged mind that maybe, just maybe, she wasn't the only one in a situation as such.
And so the hours passed, nagging at Vanessa's excitement and slowly throwing her into a state of utter boredom. She was used to expose herself to uncomfortable situations for the long game, and her patience could be endless when she had a clear goal, especially now after deciding she would put on an act for everyone, but she couldn't deny that being stuffed inside a popcorn machine without anything to eat but this disgusting fake popcorn was very dumb, and very boring, and very uncomfortable. It was hot, it was cramped, her body started to hurt, which, also, wasn't the worst outcome. She could claim she wasn't able to properly walk after being subjected to this horrible situation inside a glass cage, or maybe she should faint? For a little while, she was torn between screaming her lungs out and pretending to be unconscious, but she sure as hell cried her eyes out to make her look extremely miserable in whichever state she would end up deciding to be found in. Ultimately, she used the boredom to prepare herself properly, going as far as rubbing her eyes with salty hands to make them produce more tears, giving her an incentive to rub at them to make them more red and swollen, banging her right hand against the glass to induce bruises or even blood, without really noticing that actually, normal glass should break, scratching her arms in stress, banging the hand with the sprained wrist against the glass to elicit a genuine scream of pain, growing more and more satisfied with the fact that Lucy would definitely pity her, and maybe even some of those other idiots. This was a good starting point for the new Vanessa.
It was a matter of how long people would need to find her to determine if she would start to feel frustrated, or even genuinely scared. After the first two to three hours, she wasn't yet. Occasionally, she let out bursts of hysterical screams, and for the rest of the time, pictured her rescue, and how things would go from there.