WHO: Toni Walsh & OTA WHAT: Chance meeting WHERE: Starting on the eighth floor WHEN: Friday late evening (9-10pm) WARNINGS: Some language STATUS: Incomplete, in progress
This house was completely ridiculous. It seemed like every day, Toni found something new, creepy, and/or obnoxious about it and it never seemed to end. Right from the time she'd originally arrived, she had experienced that, having met Kevin — whose face was the very same as Jed's had been before he'd been killed — followed shortly thereafter by the boy with Robert's face — Ben, she thought. Then she'd been chewed out by a stranger who'd known too much about her to make her entirely comfortable only to find out that he had been a clone, of all things. Most recently, she'd been playing around on Netflix once she'd found that it existed in this place again, only to choose a random show and give up after the pilot episode featured a girl who looked like a blond, sluttier version of her being burned to death on a ceiling. So, while the comedy sketches on the wall were a little on the obnoxious side, at least they weren't ominous and they didn't make her want to cry because she was so homesick.
Toni woke up again in the same room she'd woken in the previous day and found that she was miraculously undisturbed by that. In actuality, there was something uncomfortably comfortable about the fact that she was in the same place. All the same, Toni hadn't been very good at making herself eat lately and with the stand-up on the wall reminding her heart to stay lighter, Toni was more inclined to go searching for sustenance. She found that she actually cared more. While she was fairly certain they were annoying the ever-loving shit out of most of the other captives, secretly, Toni hoped they never stopped if they kept making her feel this way. She could fight her way out if she could just be relaxed enough to build up some inner strength to motivate herself. She was sure of it.
In the mean time, she wandered down one hall after another, after a staircase, and finally literally finding herself on the ceiling, walking around suspended in the air. Her feet moved as though it was a normal floor, but her hair hung down and the blood rushed to her head all the same as though she was, indeed, walking upside down, somehow. At this point, she had already paused multiple times just to lean forward and try to relieve the blood pressure from her face, so at the current moment, she was hunched over, her fingers gripping the toes of her sneakers to keep herself from being upside down.