Emma Jean Carter (emmajeancarter) wrote in horror_story, @ 2012-11-15 19:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | cassandra, complete, cycle001, emma |
WHO: Emma and Cassandra
WHEN: Around 11pm.
WHERE: 2nd floor, some random conference room.
WHAT: Disorientation, darkness, frustration, and lack of communication.
WARNING: Emma's got a mouth. (Language.)
This night just kept getting so much fucking better. Her smokes were gone, her phone was dying, and the fucking piece of shit flashlight the front desk had given her was going out. Just fucking great. She'd spent a good three hours stuck in an elevator with five other people. And all she wanted right now was to get back to her room.
Only, she couldn't find her room.
Actually? She had no damned clue where in the hotel she was. A hallway somewhere? She thought she was on the second floor. Maybe not? Her vision had been hazy for a while, but in the darkness it really hadn't mattered. Now that she was attempting to make out room numbers, things were fucked. But that was definitely a two she had seen. Right?
Fuck it.
She opened the next available door, and made her way into the room. She could at least sit down, get her wits about her, and continue on to her room. She had no idea how long she had been wandering. She pulled her phone from her back pocket, but it was useless. The screen was blurry. Just fucking perfect.
The windows rattled. They were a little bit bigger than the ones in her room, which made the rattling more obvious. She was in a conference room.
The day's frustration finally got the better of her. She let out a huffy scream, and kicked one of the rolling chairs across the room. Yes, it made her feel better. She sunk into another chair. The room spun a bit, though her seat remained still. She didn't attribute her disorientation to the alcohol she'd had in the elevator. It wasn't enough to cause this caliber of confusion. If she'd had, say, half the bottle, then she might shrug it off as that.
Something was off. But she wasn't sure what.