TTW WITH ROOMS 3 AND 5

"Other type of actions, huh..?", he mumbled. Well, that was something that would never ever happen with him. At least when he was talking about gay things or murder or anything. He just hoped that wasn't something like in those 'Saw'-movies. He shivered. Luckily he didn't have much time to think about that, because he heard some knocking. "Did you hear that?", he asked Garrett. Or did he just imagine it? He perked up his ears: Again, there! "Someone must be behind this wall!", he said and went over to where the noise came from. When he got there the knocking sounded more like someone was trying to break through. He knocked at the wall himself, as fast as the other person did before. He waited a little bit and then spoke up. "Hello?", he asked and came closer to the wall with his face. Just hoping the other wouldn't break through it and punch him or so.

Cale tilted his head at the camera, before smirking devilishly and raising his middle finger right up at it. Some idiot kidnapped him and put him in a room with some hipster, so what now? Well at least the guy was good looking, and not an eyesore. Just a bit quirky and strange. Cale gave the room once more a look over before letting out an aggravated sigh and plopping down on the sofa. Well at least the room wasn’t uncomfortable, unless he looked at that damn creepy doll on the corner table.

The blonde male glanced over at the doorway, hearing a bang from over there. Was the guy seriously trying to bust the wall down or something? Cale got up from the comfy sofa to see what was going on where the fair hair man was. When he entered the room, Cale came to see that it was a bathroom that the door had led to. Had towels, a bath tub, shower, and even soaps stocked up. Someone got this room ready for them or something. “How long do they intend to keep us here?” he muttered under his breath before turning his attention back onto Miguel. “Customers that like sex.” He simply remarked casually, shaking his head at the crazy part. “Only the level of stalker. But that’s about it. Besides it can’t be a customer because you’re here as well.”

Suddenly the sound of a knock coming from the other side of the wall behind Miguel, followed by a greeting, caught Cale's attention almost immediately. "And...the other person behind that wall? " So the walls were thin as heck. That was such good news, Cale thought to himself sarcastically. 

Having heard the knocking as well, Garrett turned his head towards the sound, paitnetly litsneing after it as well. Ah, there was indeed someone knocking there... thoguh it mostly sounded like they where trying to break through the damn wall. Pulling himself straight back up, he felt Dimitri leave his side and move over towards where the sound came from, and soon enough moved over theer as well. Since the knocking was damn loud, and he had already mentally made a note of how big the room was, he didn't have any problems walking straight over there. And now there was voices on the other side too... Two males, from what he could tell.
As Dimitri spoke up, awaiting an answear, Garrett satyed quiet, lazily leaning agasint the wall as he waited himself for some sort of response.
"Oh hey, looks like our 'loving host' gave us some neighobors too," he said sarcasticlly. "How very 'considerate' of them." So... did this mean there where more people trapped here, or... where thet the ones behind it?

Migeul looked over his shoulder answering Cale's question: "I hope they will give us something to eat, if they want to keep us here..." He folded the towels and shoved everything that he had found with his foot in corner of the bathroom. "Well, at least we have some water," he chuckled with a frown and looked away. Starvation probably wasn't the way Miguel would like to die. Meanwhile, Cale's voice dragged him from his black thoughts back in reality. "There is someone else?!" Miguel thought and resisted a sigh. Then, just a moment later, the man was sure he heard how somebody said "hello"! He lead to the bathroom wall and listened carfully for the voices behind the wall.

"...where more people trapped here, or... where thet the ones behind it?"

"U-uuh,.. Hello," Miguel responded to the male voice and had called Cale over with a gesture of his head. "Who is there?"

"Yeah... we're not the only victims here obviously. Don't know if that's good or not.. At least we're not alone in a small dark cell.", he responded. Unwillingly he smirked a little about Garrett's sarcasm. "Considerate, indeed." WHile he was talking, he could hear two different voices talking behind the wall and then eventually a respond! The unknown person seemed to be very unsure, judged by his tone. "This is Dimitri and my roommate Garrett. Who are you? And where are we?", he asked. Of course it was possible that the two mysterious men were the ones who pulled the strings, but also that they were in the same situation as them. More likely the second possibility though, since he seemed to be surprised they were here and the kidnapper had cameras after all....

"Water out of a sink..." Cale commented with a wrinkle of his nose, not sure if he could trust water at this unknown place. Who knew where they were. There had been places that Cale had stayed at with friends, and unfortunately a few of his friends ended up in the bathroom for the most part of their stay. Due to being fools by drinking water from the sinks in the hotel rooms. Not a pretty thing to hear at night.

Cale taking notice of the gesture from the fair hair man, strolled over to the wall to get a better hearing. He did hear a voice, hadn't he? Thankfully his fear of being crazy was diminished at the sounds of another male behind the wall. "Would you look at that...these walls are really thin" he commented, listening to the male on the other side. So the guy had a roomie as well? And didn't seem to have a clue where they were either? Well weren't they just screwed? "I'm Cale, and the other guy is Miguel. Just two clueless guys stuck in a room with a damn security camera in it." he answered the male's question.

So... Garrett was gonna go with his first supciosin about their 'neighbours' and assume they were jsut as clueless as he and Dimitri was. They sure hell sounded just as shoked to be there, and discovering someone else on the otherside of the wall. Of course, the possibility of them just acting and fooling them was still there, but yeah... Garrett was not gonna bet his money on that guess.
As the they shared introductions, Garrett let Dimitri take care of that on their end, going back to being silent and just litsening in to what the others said. Apprently, they weren't gonna be bale to help each other out either, seeing as they where both stuck in their room as well.
"Yeah, apparnetly that's part of the whole 'room service'," he snorted sarcasticlly as Cale mentioned about having a camera in their room as well. This was starting to sound like a weird porno almost. Or a really bad reality show. Or hey, maybe one of those messed up horror movies even! Well, if he ended up having to poke his eyes out, he wouldn't really be losing much.

Miguel glanced fast at his "cellmate", when he came closer and then leaned back to the wall, listening to the voices of their "neighbours". The fair-haired gave an almost silent chuckle, when (he supposed it was Garrett) gave a pun. It was true, somebody did some really great job on putting these to the surface of the ceiling without any possibility of reaching them or turning them off. These stupid cameras pressed on his nerves. "Why even somebody needs them to be watched?", thought Miguel, closing his eyes and scratching his eyebrows. "

"So," Miguel said pretty laudly, so both, Garret and Dimitry, could hear him, "I guess you've been locked here since..."

"Since what?", Miguel asked himself inwardly. Morening, evening, afternoon? There was no clocks out here and no windows to check out the outside so they could tell what time of day it was.

Miguel rid himself of these useless questions in his head and continued: "...since today." He cleared her throat and asked: "Do you have any reasons/clues WHY we've been brought here... together?.. I've suggested that it could be a crazy fan of mine, or one of Cale's.. customers..."

The Russian snorted at the comment about the room service. "Yeah, they even gave me and a blind guy a card game, that's also really useful.", he added. Maybe he could use the cards to predict what would happen next if he knew how. A gypsy once predicted him death at a young age, so he obviously had the best chances of surviving his little adventure. Well, wasn't that great? "Yep. Whenever this today is. Not, not at all. Crazy fan? So you're a celebrity or what? And you're dealing, or what, Cale? Would be both reasons to get kidnapped, but I'm not involved in neither the high class nor any illegal scene so I have no idea why I've been brought here.", he explained and then looked at Garrett. "That doesn't apply to my roommate though. He also said something about crazy fans, didn't you?"

Cale snickered a bit at the sarcastic comment made by a different voice different from the first voice. So this was Garrett then. “Got any creepy things in your room as well? Like a stuffed badger plush? It freaked my roomie out big time earlier.” Cale asked out, poking a little fun at the fair-haired man about earlier events. That was still a pretty funny scene in his book.
If whoever did this was one of cale’s customers, money would not be a reason at all. Maybe revenge perhaps. But this would be some unusual revenge scheme. It couldn’t be money even if the other male was some rich famous person. Cale might have money, but he hadn’t had any contact with his parents and his allowance account had been frozen. So couldn’t be any crazy people trying to get his parent’s money. “Almost like one of those crazy horror movies that’s gotten really popular.” Those movies with that damn puppet most likely. Cale definitely hoped it wasn’t like that with this kidnapping.

His ears slightly perked at Dimitri's comment, having to bite his lips from chuckling. He didn't deal with drugs. Well anymore. That was way back in highscool, but for only a short time. "Not a dealer. Traveling prostitute basically." It wasn't his only job. But it was one of main fun ones. Money and pleasure all together.

"Nope," was Garrett's flat reply to Miguel, lazily sliding down the wall to si on the floor. He jsut couldn't be botherd stadning up, it's not like they could leave anytime they wanted anyway. "We're as clueless as you sound," he went on casually. He went quiet again after that, letting the rest of them handle the talking, well msot of it at least. So, apparently these two where sort fo bigshot too then? Oh great, wasn't that jsut fucking ironic. For someone like Garrett, who did everything eh coud avoid people (who always ahd a big crowd around them) he sure as hell got thrown into the hole as them a whole damn lot.
He chuckled at the comment Cale had about the whole sitatuion sounding like a horror movie, obviously he hadn't been the only one with that thought. "Creepy stuffs?" he mumbled out in thought, recalling Dimitri mentioning something about a painting. "I guess we do."
He hummed softly in response as Dimitri tlaked to him again, giving a lazy shrugg. "I'm a nobody, no reason whatso-fucking-ever for me to have fans or stalkers. If I do, then those bastards have a sad excuse of a life," he just stated matter of factly. "I do, unfortunaly, have a frined whose a celebrity... Two of them in fact..." that remindiner made the blonde frown tiredly to himself.
He titled his head a bit then as he continued litsening onto what Cale said. A 'travelling prostitue' he called himself, and damn if that didn't sound funny and ridicoulus as fuck. Although, the guy didn't seem like he was joking. Huh. Well, to each their own. "Living the high life I see," he chuckled to Cale.

His head was spinning from anger and despair, that were conastantly filling his body, so Miguel sat down for a few minutes. He wanted to drink, and that should probabbly something havier than just a tap water. He leaned against the wall, closing his eyes for the tenth time for today. Gosh, he was tired of this bullshit already. He tried to be logical, tried to think reasonable thoughts. Nothing. There was nothing, his "thories" were cheap and plain, like this fucking white damn wall! He clenched his fist and counted to ten to calm down. That helped.

He gave a chuckle, when Cale mentioned his sudden awakening from grabing that plush toy. "Yeah, that was awkward," he thought to himself. The man gave a sad smile and said: "High life..." Miguel chuckled, "If only it was like that. When I was kidnaped I was about to settle down and prupose to the girl of my dreams", he gave a sight with a sleight smirk on his face. "So if it's some kind of fucking "survivile horror game" and I'll die first, just say I love her." He took his glasses off his face and smiled like she was here, sitting right beside him: "Her name is Jane. Jane Elizabeth Carter."

"By the way, who is he?.. Your celebrity fellow," he asked Garret and raised his eyebrows curiously.

They were probably all thinking they got caught in one of those movies. Urgh. He didn't wanna die, he was too young and had so much he wanted to archieve in his life. Let's hope that it wouldn't be anything like that had to do with dying... There was no use in overthinking it anyways, he just couldn't find it out without a hint from the kidnapper. "Yeah, we have a creepy painting here.", he confirmed. "Two? Who's the other one then?", he asked his roommate wondering.
He had to admit that Cale had gotten him by surprise when he revealed his job. "I see..", he just replied to that. He knew it was unusual in most parts of the world, but in the part of good old Russia where he lived, he had met quite some travelling prostitutes. Female ones though. Well, each man to his own, right?
"That's sad, man. If I ever get outta here and see her, I'll tell her for sure.", he promised, though thinking that he wouldn't meet her ever anyways. Wait, Jane Elisabeth Carter? This name sounded oddly familiar to him, but he couldn't assign where he had heard it before. "Is she famous too? I think I've heard her name before...."