Marisa Santiago (strangelyquarky) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2017-05-01 17:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 076, marisa |
Who: Marisa and open! (multiples ok)
Where: The invisible boundary, north side
When: 8:30ish
What: Escape attempts
There hadn't really been a formal vote that she'd seen, but given what everyone had been discussing, Marisa's guess upon waking was that this terribly dated, super ugly hotel room was the 'somewhere else' that they'd be staying while the main house underwent its massive pest control. She was glad that the option to have it taken care of for them was the majority winner; while the reasons she'd given for wanting to get out were real, there'd been a hidden reason - she wanted to escape. From what she'd read, the house and the town in which they normally stayed was locked down well, and the temperature and terrain were currently both against them. There'd been the hope that, like the tropical vacation she'd read about, they'd be transported somewhere more conducive to escaping.
The first thing she did upon waking was check the window - there was a view of a parking lot and, as she'd been hoping, no snow. It was clear, dry, desert. She was okay with that; though she'd grown up in the mountains, she wasn't a stranger to deserts. Climate confirmed, she searched the rest of the room quickly, finding the dated computer and Oliver's network post. She tapped out her own brief message of intent, then swiped the $20 off the desk and tucked it into her bra for lack of anywhere else secure to keep it. She stripped both pillow cases off the pillows, setting one aside intact and ripping the other in half along the seams. One half, she set aside, and the other half she ripped again in half, keeping it as even as she could manage without a seam to help her this time.
She wrapped the two quarter-pieces around her feet as securely as possible, tying one set of ends off over the top of her foot and the other around her ankle, keeping them tight but not so tight she'd cut off circulation. She regretted going to bed in boxer shorts and a tank top, but it couldn't be helped. She'd just cover up as much as she could and hope she could find a town or a more populated road before exposure set in. The other half of the ripped pillowcase went over her head as a scarf, tied at her nape, and after a second's hesitation she ripped the flat sheet off the bed, folding it to a manageable size and draping it over her shoulders like a cape. That would help with the sun, at least.
Grabbing the intact pillowcase, she exited the room and headed left, finding the vending room on her way to the exit. The offerings weren't great in terms of food she'd want to eat... basically ever, but she'd take what she could get, and bought all the beef jerky and crackers her $20 could get her after first buying five bottles of the worst looking soda on offer, dumping all the packages into the pillowcase. Making a quick trip back to her room, she opened the bottles of cola and emptied them all into the sink, refilling each of the five with tap water and putting them back in the pillowcase.
Judging there was no more time to waste, Marisa grabbed her stuff and bolted to the exit, heading straight north from where she ended up. She wanted away from the property fast; she'd cut back towards the road once she was safely away. Eyes on the ground ahead and a pillowcase full of water and snacks tucked under one arm, she concentrated on moving fast and not tripping. For a second, she thought she'd made it as she put more distance between the herself and the motel. But then an instant of stillness was followed by what felt like fire, racing down the nerves of her body from the back of her neck down to her toes, and with a pained squeak she tripped, back arching a second before she landed hard on hands and knees.