alexis! (celebutante) wrote in valloic, @ 2020-10-07 08:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | ₴ inactive: alexis rose |
WHO: Alexis Rose
WHAT: She just wanted a pumpkin cream foam cold brew from Starbucks
WHERE: The Overlook Hotel (zero stars on Yelp)
WHEN: Wednesday morning
WARNINGS: Sadness and grief, mentions of death (oh, and the blood elevator - ding)
STATUS: Completed narrative
Contrary to what first impressions may give off, Alexis Rose wasn't an idiot. She knew the waypoints were potentially compromised - like, all kerflooey and potentially bringing people to a zero-star hotel that looked so 80s mundane on the outside yet the evil about it was nearly palpable. But she was willing to risk the odds, gamble with her fate, fortune favored the brave - or something. Besides, she lived in Morningside and could walk to work and most other places. She could call an Uber or hop onto the smelly bus to get to the Apothecary. Well. Starbucks was a little out of way. Maybe it would be fine. Just once. After all, lots of people were still using the waypoints with no trouble and being able to teleport around was just super convenient, okay? That was how, on the way to pumpkin foam cold brew glory, she ended up in the lobby of zero-star hotel. Yelp was going to be furious with her review. Okay, so - try the exit. Obviously. The heels of her tall brown boots (they went thigh-high, beneath the salmon-colored velvet dress, button-down, perfect for autumn) click-clacked on the shiny floors, and she pushed at the double door below the sign marking an escape and yet...nope. They wouldn't budge, no matter how hard she pushed, or how much strength she used in those noodle arms. "Rude," she huffed, adjusting her purse strap, to hitch the bag higher on her shoulder. She just went the other way then, because she heard this rumbling coming from the elevator - it was bright red, and honestly, the whole color palette of this place did nothing to settle her unease. It was like it was done on purpose; the harsh lights only accentuated how startling the crimson of that elevator was. Her finger slammed on the button and - The doors parted like the red sea - literally, red - as a gushing macabre wave came right at her. An oceanic tide, splashing her from head to toe (and it was more stickiness and less splash), completely ruining her outfit - Alexis gasped, dropping her handbag, contents spilling out. Her phone, her wallet, her keys - she was shaking like a leaf (and her hair was all matted, clumps of blood gnarling it all, oh, ew) as she attempted to stuff everything back inside, when she heard a familiar voice. "Alexis?" She looked up, with bright green eyes misting over. "Patrick! How did you get here?" This wasn't so bad, right? Patrick was her brother's fiancé, so he was basically family. He wasn't going to hurt her - but given the look on his face, maybe that wasn't true. The expression he wore was one of disappointment; it touched his eyes, caused him to frown deeply. "Where have you been?" he demanded. "I've been trying to reach you." "I've been here, and why - what do you mean? Where's David?" Her heart started pounding, a jackrabbit caught in the jaws of a wolf. Patrick's expression only twisted into something radiating more disappointment, if it were possible. "You mean you don't know? Of course you don't. David's dead. He was asking for you and you didn't come. You didn't come for him, or your parents - " "Wait, what!" Everything was buzzing, bzzz bzzzz, closing in fast and she didn't like it. "What happened?? Where's mom and dad?" "They're dead too - you didn't come. You let them down again. David thought he could count on you but he was wrong - you're always just going to be a selfish little bitch." Selfish little bitch. Her mind screamed out despite how no noise came from her physically - physically, she just sank to her knees and hit the blood-slimed floor, burning pain licking up her back like a wildfire. It robbed her ability to speak, her own blood feeling like acid that surged in her veins. Then Alexis didn't actually say words, but a sob rippled through her - her throat was gurgling, she struggled to breathe, fully convinced she was having the mother of all panic attacks until she made this sound that was more animal than human, screaming as her hands clenched in the blood. "Stop it," she rasped, head hung low, but she struggled to pull herself together. "Stop, okay? That's not true. Mom and dad are fine. David's fine. I miss them but they're doing what they want to do and they know I will always be there for them - maybe I was like that once before, but I'm not now. I luh - " It was hard to talk while hiccuping, hard to even say the words, especially for a person like her. But she managed. "I love them." This wasn't really Patrick either - he would never say something like that. It was just - whatever it was, it was screwing with her and when she looked up, the image of him faded away like a vapor in the wind. Not hesitating for another second, she grabbed her purse and scrambled for the waypoint in the lobby, bloodstains and all, and let the crystal take her out of here. Forget the pumpkin cream, now all she wanted was a stiff drink and a blanket and to disappear into hiding for the rest of the day. After a shower, of course. |