kiley ross (contradictme) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2015-09-24 11:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 001, kiley, reginald |
What's in the Box?
Who: Kiley & Reginald
Where: Ground floor/Kitchen
When: Morning
Like the others waking in the mansion, Kiley felt groggy and disoriented from the IV that had pumped through her body what she could only assume were sedatives. It was instinctual to freak out and yank the IV out of her arm the moment she saw it. Panic had a way of making a person irrational. Blood began to ooze into the crook of her arm and she grabbed the edge of her blanket without thinking, pressing it against the tiny mark until the blood slowed. She was already sore and figured she would have a nice bruise there in a few hours.
It took her much longer to get moving than she would have liked. Her muscles hurt, her brain felt foggy, and the ID bracelet deeming her a subject had her imagining all of the horror movies she had watched in the past of unsuspecting people being kidnapped and then tortured, or hunted for sport. A multitude of gruesome deaths awaiting at the hands of madmen, or cannibals or mad scientists. At least she had woken up in one piece in a comfortable bed. Better than in a tub full of ice with her kidneys missing!
Adrenaline throbbed through her as she pushed the blankets from her bed, her eyes zeroing in on the camera near the ceiling. The room looked so normal. Cozy, even, with it's rustic decor and twinkling lights on the wood frames above the bed. Of course, being hooked up to an IV in a hospital gown with a camera watching her kind of shifted cozy to fucking creepy. Aware that someone was probably watching her, Kiley tried to move as quickly as possible. For all she knew, said Mad Scientist was on his way to her room with like, a chainsaw or eye gougers.
Her legs nearly gave out when she stood from the bed, but she merely stumbled to the wooden rocking chair overlooking the window. Panting softly, she moved cautiously to the window, pushing the curtains aside. Wherever she was, she wasn't in Texas anymore. Or Chicago. She was surrounded by mountains, red and orange trees. Confused, Kiley turned away from the window and finally noticed the box beneath the camera. What's in the box? whined Brad Pitt's voice in her head. Someone's head, obviously. Or a dead animal. Something sinister, designed to make her scream. Well, fuck that. "Fuck that," she said loudly, looking up at the camera. She would show them she wasn't some airhead bimbo in a horror film. She wanted to storm over to the box and just kick it across the room, but she was still a bit out of sorts, so her defiant march across the room consisted of swaying and reaching out to balance herself before she fell on her ass.
Kiley kicked the box, succeeding in finally tumbling over with it. She fell hard on her knees, her palms finding the carpet to keep her from smashing her face into the floor. The soreness reverberating through her body got worse, but Kiley was too distracted by the contents of the box that had fallen out when she kicked it over. It was just clothes. Her clothes. Jeans, her red t-shirt and sweater coat. Her shoes! Kiley reached for them and quickly ditched her hospital gown. She didn't give a flying pig about the camera. If they had changed her into her hospital gown, they had seen everything already.
Once she was dressed, Kiley raised a middle finger to the camera and moved swiftly to the door. Sure, her first instinct was to Get the fuck out, but she couldn't deny her curiosity. Where was she? Who's house was this? Why was she a subject? And why hadn't whoever brought her here shown up once she woke?
Rather than check any of the other doors on the floor she was on, Kiley headed for the stairs, her heart racing. At least her legs seemed to be working properly again. Kiley was halfway down the staircase, peering around cautiously, when she heard a male voice above her, calling out, asking if anyone else was around. The noise prompted Kiley to move more quickly, her hand clutching the banister.
There was nobody on the ground floor, and while she spotted a door, Kiley paused, marveling at the sight in front of her. Where was she? Kiley was pretty sure she had never been in a house like this before. It was like a freaking mansion. It was a mansion, if the three floors she had passed were any indication. Surely crazy ass cannibals didn't live in such nice homes. Despite her better judgement, Kiley began to wander. She peered cautiously into every room she passed, eyes wide as she took in the foyer and living room. And then the kitchen. It was bigger than her whole apartment back in Chicago. Her stomach rumbled at the sight of the refrigerator. She could just grab some stuff and make a run for it. Because no way would she get very far if she passed out from hunger, right?
The pantries were stocked to the brim with food. Mouth watering, Kiley began to grab some smaller boxes and cans. Rationally, she knew she wouldn't be able to carry all of this with her, but hell, she'd try. Or maybe she would find a bag or backpack or something. Before the chainsaw wielding madman showed up to slice her in two, of course.