Beckett Mariner (imarealwildone) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2017-01-12 18:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 062, edwin, georgie |
Who: Georgie and OPEN
When: Around 1pm
Where: Outside her room, 4th floor
As per usual Georgie had no idea what time it was, but it wasn't particularly early nor particularly late - since it was still daylight outside and she knew dusk came early around these parts. Also as per usual, her vision was blurred when she stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom, straight to the toilet to piss like a horse with no care for how cold it was except when she sat down on the toilet seat and hissed, then shivered. A barrel of curse words followed, then a yawn which caused tears to fall down her face. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes but they still blurred a little and she wondered if it was an eyesight issue or a prolonged lack of the usual "medication" issue.
She barely registered the banging and screaming so far off at first; it was only when she was halfway through rolling the toilet paper to wipe herself that she realized the very faint banging and the calls for help. Tossing the dirty toilet paper into the bowl between her legs Georgie sat up straighter, craning her neck as if to hear better. She didn't hear anything better, it was about the same. "What the f-"
Standing up, Georgie went to wash her hands; she absently looked in the mirror as one does only to see it shaking, and instead of her reflection there was a black room with someone banging on the frame of the mirror as if it were a window. Georgie squinted, leaning forward almost pushing her nose against the former-mirror. It was the short Asian or Middle-Eastern girl who had been here when she'd arrived. Georgie couldn't remember her name beyond something hippie and arboreal, but she remembered her. "Um, Tree Babe? Sweetheart? You okay?" The way she was screaming she did not seem okay at all; quite the opposite. Georgie put her hands on the glass and banged softly. "Hello?"
She seemed to be listening, banging harder and calling for help louder. "Oh my God I'm not high enough for this to not be real. Fuckin'..."
Georgie stood back a couple steps, covering her mouth with her hand. What the fuck was she going to do now?! She tried to look at the mirror sideways, trying to see space between it and the wall; then, she tried to pry it away from the wall, finding no purchase for her fingers and no tools to do it with. But even Georgie knew this made no sense. On the other side of her room was Jim's and she very much doubted he had the hippie girl locked up in there all this time; although she couldn't exactly situate her bathroom spatially, she knew that to be the only shared wall and the others lead outside, into her own room, or into the hallway. This made no sense.
As with everything, from pink elephants to nymph queens who wanted to bestow her with the title of honorary nymph princess that one time, Georgie thought the best thing to do was get a witness. So, in her underwear and robe plus the duvet wrapped around her shoulders on top, she told the girl to wait a second and ran outside.
"Hello? Can somebody help me please?!"