Theo Parrish ♠ Lord Byron (alilwicked) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-10-20 22:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 054, theo |
because it doesn't get better
Who: Theo's narrative entrance.
Where: Her room, the second floor hallway and then the house's foyer.
When: Shortly after waking up in the mansion.
What: Theo wonders where the hell she is.
Typically a belly sleeper, Theo was curled on her side when she woke groggily to morning light inside a room that she didn't immediately recognize. This alone was not enough to startle her; what did, instead, was the fact that she was in a medical gown and she was currently laying on the arm that had an IV drip inserted into it. Theo rolled onto her back, sitting up. She blinked, thoughts slow to coalesce, until she raised her right arm and saw an ID bracelet ringing her wrist.
Fuck.
Sobriety hit her quickly after that, though sitting up quickly made the unfamiliar room around her spin. The arm with the IV raised a hand to her face, pushing back her hair and pressing a cool touch to her forehead. How much had she had to drink? Where the fuck was she? Her hand came down in front of her vision, reminding her of the medical appliance attached to her arm.
First thing's first. Finding her balance sitting with her legs tucked under her, Theo ripped the IV out without preempt. Blood immediately welled in the crook of her arm, but she ignored it in favor of putting a foot on the floor; she held onto the bed, examining the room. Her left went to her right elbow, pressuring the wound to staunch what little blood was discoloring her white skin. The first thing her eyes landed on was the camera in the ceiling, dispelling any thought that she was just in a stranger's home. It met her eyes with a blank gaze; pulling her sight down, she noted a cardboard box that sat squarely in the middle of the room. Open Me.
"Grandbitch, you've really outdone yourself this time," Theo muttered to herself, shakily rising to her feet. She wobbled a few times before making it across the room and sinking to her knees next to the box; pulling it open revealed the clothing she'd last remembered wearing. She tore through the box, pulling out a familiar black jacket and pressed her face into it; she was immediately hit with the smell of leather, men's body spray and the tangy scent of alcohol. Holding the jacket tightly to her chest, she pulled out the rest of her clothing: pants, shirt, shoes. Her jewelry was there too, sending a spike of reassurance through her limbs.
Tugging the box back with her, she found a seat on the bed and pulled out her clothes, setting them atop the comforter that no mental health center could possibly be able to afford. Rising to her feet, Theo ripped off the medical gown without a moment's hesitation or thought toward what the person on the other side of the camera would think.
She pulled her shirt over her head, followed by her pants (only momentarily berating herself for not wearing underwear the previous night), feeling like she was building armor around herself as she slipped each silver ring onto her fingers. The last item she decorated herself with was half of a friendship necklace, the broken heart dangling amid the faded markings of her shirt. Theo grabbed her jacket and rifled through it for a moment, grunting in frustration when she didn't find what she was looking for.
Cell phone, wallet, cigarettes; of course they took them all. She dropped the jacket to the bed and sat to pull her shoes on. A mirror on the wall opposite the bed caught her eye; her hair was a mess of tangles, the carefully-crafted cat eyes now smeared into raccoon eyes. The heel of one hand made an attempt to wipe away the kohl-colored markings and only serving to make it worse.
Grunting again, Theo leaned forward and put her head between her legs as she waited for the last of whatever she'd either drank or been sedated with to wear off. When she looked up again, she realized there were two doors -- one presumably an exit, the other... She stood, making her way slowly across the space, and discovered a bathroom. Theo all but sprang toward the tap, turning on the water and scrubbing her face after tying her hair back with one of the hair ties she'd retrieved from her belongings. Already she felt leagues better, even quenching a thirst she hadn't realized was plaguing her with everything else she'd suddenly had to deal with. Turning the tap off, Theo examined the bathroom for a moment via its reflection in the mirror she was facing, realizing that the same brand of shampoo she'd been keeping at Tatiana's was tucked neatly onto one corner of the bath tub. It wasn't a basic brand found at Walmart; it was an expensive bottle she'd gotten from an all-natural hair salon she frequented in Berkeley.
OK that...that is creepy. This is a whole new level of creepy in my life. How the fuck does grandbitch even know about that? The bathroom itself looked nothing like it should have -- it focused on aesthetic over simple form, and the brightness of the fixtures made Theo have no doubts that it would all work as it should.
Shaking her head, Theo returned to the bedroom and grabbed her jacket from the bed. She didn't care how much Rose had paid to put her in this place, or why, after six years of noncontact, her grandmother would suddenly give a flying shit about her. As she lifted the jacket over her arms, the medical bracelet caught her eye one more time -- she ripped it off and left it on the bed, eager to be gone. She just needed to find a phone, find out where she was, and call Abel to come and get her.
Those plans were instantly stymied by the fact that her door was locked. What the fuck? Theo rattled the knob, gripping it and planting her feet on the floor in the hopes that it might suddenly give. When it did not, her next course of action was to try the windows -- though wide and heavily glass-laden with no obvious bars, they refused to budge just as grudgingly as the door. Expelling a disgusted sigh, Theo stepped back, running her hands through her hair. She cast another glance around the room, her gaze landing on a computer seated atop a plain oak table that had been refashioned into a makeshift desk. A bright red light was blinking on the screen.
Curiosity got the better of her and she approached the machine; a few keyboard taps later, the information she was provided with made her scoff. Is this a fucking science experiment?
With few other options available to her, Theo followed the message's demands. Moments after she hit enter, she heard the door lock click.
"This is...a whole other level." Turning away from the computer, she figured she'd be better off trying her chances. Who knew what kind of lame set up this could be? Crossing the room once more, she held her breath as she tried the door -- but was mercifully rewarded with the knob turning. The wooden obstruction swung inward and led her into a hallway; she peeked her head out, looking for other signs of life. She didn't immediately see any other "subjects," leading her to wonder if she was alone.
Well, there was only one way to find out. Theo moved down the hall to the stairs, and descended.