Tatum Donnelly (a_straychild) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-09-30 12:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | cycle003, incomplete, marcus, tatum |
Who: Tatum & Marcus.
What: Hanging with the roomie, plenty of time to get acquainted (before he gets distilled).
Where: Their cell.
Warnings: TBA.
In retrospect, perhaps volunteering herself had been a bad idea, even for a noble cause. Once in her entire life, she had volunteered to be the brave one, to go ahead first. Even dank island caves had to be better than sitting out in the open rain, had been her reasoning to Emma. Even if they only hung out in the mouth of the cavern until the rain stopped. But she didn't want Emma to go first, even though it didn't look dangerous, and so she had said she would do it, but it only took a few steps inside before she realized something wasn't right. She took two steps back to tell Emma so, to turn and go back, but then it was like blinking her eyes and the scene had shifted.
Flash of light, and then it felt to the redhead as if she'd instantly gone from inside of the tunnels to the inside of the transparent prison she was currently housed in, just like that. She barely remembered losing consciousness, but she must have, because there was no other explanation for her imprisonment. Or the lack of her girlfriend, whom she didn't think had been that many paces behind her, and was now nowhere in sight. The light, the weird temperature shift inside of the tunnels, like they were crawling through an air conditioning duct or something.. it had all been strange and it didn't seem to be getting any less strange.
In the weather, their makeshift shelters on the beach just hadn't been cutting it. People thought alike. When it had started really raining, people heading into the caves had been inevitable, judging by just how many of her fellow survivors Tatum could see in the adjoining compartments around her. Well, not truly adjoining, since there didn't seem to be any connections or ways out.. and no one inside, except her and the large hulk of a man on the other side of the room, just as naked as she was.
That was probably the worst part, really. She could handle being confined, kidnapped, whatever the hell was happening to them, even if she felt like panicking and screaming, or crying, or something equally pathetic.. but did she have to be nude while she did it? Her life time of seemingly bad luck and terrible timing had dealt her to deal with a lot, and if she could survive a sinking cruise liner, physically unscathed, then she reasoned that she could practically roll with anything.. but did she have to be fucking naked, really?
It felt like the sickly topping on the cosmic joke sundae that was her life.
There was no fighting it though, just as there was no fighting the room. Pessimistic at the best of times, Tatum had looked for a way out for a long time upon initially waking up, but she had also given up quickly. There were no weak points. No clothes, no escape, nothing much to see except for each other, the other people in the closest rooms, and the weird ceiling of tubes above them. There was the tree, which was.. strange, but not as strange as the other thing that looked to Tatum like a big brain shaped bed in the floor. There were things other than people to watch as well, and though she avoided looking at any of the more grusome displays she could see if she really stared off through the walls, Tatum had settled herself on the side of their cell that was closest to the lemurs .Watching the animals closely instead of looking at the tall, handsome man trapped inside of her own room with her.
If her being naked was bad, being stuck in a confined space with a naked man on top of that was probably the worst, and she avoided looking at him directly as much as possible as a result. Him and his.. junk could stay over there. Couldn't someone have given them some leaves to cover up or something, at least Adam and Eve style? The whole thing, their whole situation, was ridiculous. And Tatum didn't understand any of it.
Keeping to herself had been her MO since waking up. Thinking was mostly what she did, for what little good it did. She could think of all the escapes she liked, useless if she didn't know how to pull them off.. or didn't know how to get Emma out with her. Thinking the day away wasn't worth much.