Victoria Frederick (deathinheels) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2015-12-10 19:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 012, victoria |
Who: Victoria
Where: Her room
When: 8 a.m.
As awareness slowly seeped into Victoria's consciousness, the only thing she could focus on was how incredibly foggy and uncomfortable she was. It was an unfamiliar feeling to her, as someone who was very stubborn about not consuming mind-altering drugs of any sort and, when she did drink, tended to stick to small amounts of wine. It was a feeling she was not fond of at all. Her limbs felt tingly, and as she gained more control of her mind, she realized there was something sticking into the inside curve of her arm.
Her eyes blinked open slowly, and she tried to take stock of the situation. Had she and Blake messed up somehow? But no... They'd planned a quiet evening at her home. She'd been getting groceries, a boring menial task but necessary. Had they attracted the attention of someone like them? Why couldn't she remember?
When she finally felt like she could, Victoria sat up slowly, looking down at her arm. It was clearly an IV, but it didn't look like any she'd encountered before; it was large and awkward, and she wondered if it would be a simple matter to remove it. She carefully maneuvered to sit on the side of her bed. Everything was so bright, the walls and bedding and gauzy curtains, they all contrasted with the dark furniture in a pleasing way. But it still didn't make any sense to her. Where was she? Why did she have an IV in her arm? Was this some fancy, private hospital? Had she had an accident? That was a terrifying thought, as she wasn't supposed to come to the attention of any sort of authority. It would ruin everything.
Gently, she eased the IV out of her arm, shuddering faintly. No matter how much she enjoyed pain at times, she wasn't particularly fond of it when it was, by choice or otherwise, self-inflicted. She bent her elbow to put pressure on the small wound, the motion jostling the ID band on her wrist. Glancing down at it, she read the words with furrowed brows:
Frederick, Victoria
Subject #5280RCO2
Her mind played over the words several times, processing them. Victoria Frederick, not Susanna Langdon. So, whatever was going on here, it couldn't have anything to do with her past. Right? Not that she was any closer to figuring out what was actually going on. Glancing around, Victoria finally noticed the box labeled 'Open me' in red ink. Weary, she slowly stood up, walked down the steps off the platform her bed was raised on, and opened the box. She blinked at what she saw inside, having expected something far more insidious than the clothing and shoes she'd been wearing last. Her pearls were in there, as well, which was nice. She didn't think Blake would mind terribly having to replace them, but she did try not to lose his gifts if she could help it. He'd always been good about replacing things he'd ruined during their fun, though.
Looking around again, she noticed two doors. The first one was locked, and she furrowed her brow as she studied it. Where did it lead? Trying the second one, she sighed pleasantly when it led to a luxurious bathroom. Truly, it was gorgeous. Although she would have loved taking her time, she didn't feel quite steady enough to stand in the steam for long, so she took a quick shower and then dressed carefully.
Feeling far more clear-headed now, she found herself wanting answers. Where was she and why? And where was Blake? Finally, she noticed the computer, the blinking light. Although she was not fond of technology, perhaps it would hold some answers for her.