lila gray (beautifulviper) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-07-07 21:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 040, cecilia, chase, jack, kate, lila, oliver, owen, pam, simms |
Who: Lila, Simms, Oliver, Pam, Chase, Kate, Cecilia & Owen
When: Morning
Where: Various rooms, second floor lounge
Warnings: Probably a lot of bad language
The situation was worrisome. Waking up in a strange room, finding an IV in her arm and being unable to remember how she got there. At first Lila thought maybe a creeper from the club had followed her home and abducted her, This definitely wasn't a hospital, despite the drugs being pumped into her system. Lila studied the room as she found the energy to sit up. There was a box in the corner that said Open me. Yeah, okay. She saw that fucking Brad Pitt movie. No, thanks.
Lifting her gaze to the ceiling, she spotted the camera. Someone was watching. Groggy and furious at her predicament, Lila stared at the camera as she yanked the IV from her arm. Blood splattered onto the hospital gown she wore, but she ignored the mess as she tossed the IV away. It stung, and she would probably bruise, but those two things were least of her worries at the moment. She wasn't about to be a victim in some freakshow horror movie.
Given how weak her legs were, it took Lila some time to get moving. She had to walk slowly, using the bed as leverage on her way toward the door. The night before had been full of drinking with minimal food, and Lila had to swallow some nausea when her stomach protested the movement of her body, no matter how cautious she was.
When Lila found the door locked, she rested her forehead against it, trying to formulate a plan. She could go out the window. Maybe shimmy down the gutter, if she was lucky enough to be near one. Or she could wait for whoever was doing this to show up. In the movies they always came around eventually. They brought food to soften the blow of their demented, perverted plan. Lila looked around the room again. There was a computer. The light on it was blinking red. A couple of comfortable looking chairs. A dresser and book shelf. A floor lamp.
Licking her dry lips, Lila waited for the nausea to pass again before she hobbled over to the windows. They were locked, but she could see a patio outside. And a hot tub. Trees. She didn't see anyone else, but it was obvious she was locked inside a pretty nice place. Under different circumstances, she would have been ecstatic.
Frustrated now, Lila turned around to observe the room. The computer. She wasn't naive enough to think the place had wifi and she would be able to login to Facebook and ask for help, but there had to be a reason for it being in the room, and for that light to be blinking. Like it was trying to get her attention. Lila moved towards it, though her legs protested again as she turned on the monitor and read the instructions. Create a login and password? Were they serious?
Cursing softly under her breath, Lila looked up at the camera. "Am I supposed to do this?" No answer. Not shocking. It was a camera. And Lila didn't expect some booming voice to suddenly spill into the room with verbal instructions. Annoyed, Lila looked back at the screen and followed the instructions, all the while thinking about that floor lamp... and the window. And a gutter. She had just finished posting a message to her captive, or captives, when the door clicked, as though it was being unlocked.
She moved away abruptly and nearly fell over, but no one came into the room. Breathing heavily now, Lila made quick work of unplugging the lamp and yanking the crisp white shade off of the bulb. It wasn't terribly heavy, but just heavy enough that she could do some damage with it, if she needed to. Clutching it in her hands, Lila carried it to the door. She still felt like she might vomit, and it was possible that her knees would give out before she made it far, but she wasn't about to die in this place, no matter how nice the rooms were.
Jaw tight, Lila reached for the door knob and opened it slowly, trying to listen for any movement or conversation outside. What she saw, however, was a lounge, rather than a hallway, and Lila stayed put in the doorway, waiting. She would have already made a run for it if she was sure she could do so without falling over. The lamp in her hand would buy her some time, if she needed it. And she probably would.