As white as snow, black raven hair and bloody lips

It had really become a habbit now, this whole.... getting knocked out withotu warning and waking up somewhere else. There mere thought jsut made Garrett's mood turn sour, but knew that makign a hissy fit about it wasn't going to help anyway, neither him or anyone else who's been unlucky enough to get kidnapped and dragged into this fucked up mess. Shifting around, he noticed that indeed this bed wasn't the same as he last recalled... sitting up, he carefully moved his hand over the covers and sheets, frowning to himself as he memorized the details. "Dimitri?" he tried calmly, titling his head slightly to the side as he heard a shower running. Somehow, he got the feeling it wasn't the his old room mate from before...
Pushing himself off of the bed, he began to ' explore' the knew room (and still no trace of his god damn white cane, obviously), stopping once he eventually reached the window. The first thoughts that went through his head was if it was possible to break through it, but... of course not, like hell escaping this shit hole would be that easy. Their kidnapper may be a phsyco, but also a frightenly good organiser too.
Sighing to himself, he allwoed his hands to fall back to his side before moving over to the couch. Slumping down on the very comfortable furniture, he simply leaned back... and waited.
Wonder if Cale got moved as well? he wonders to himself. 

Messua walked out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body. The water dropped from her hair on her shoulders and into the towel when she moved forward to the mirror. Her Tilaka was gone, washed away in the shower. She sighed. There was surely nothing under the make-up and whatsoever that would help her making a new one. She would need to arrange herself with the fact of feeling half-naked then.

Messua dried herself and slipped in the white dress. It was just a simple dress without sleeves and ornaments. But she liked it. At least she felt normal in it. The black-haired wrapped he hair to a knot and opened the locked bathroom door. Her roommate should be awake by now. At least she hoped so.

Moving back into the room, her view fell on the chaotic bedsheets and she chuckled. Then she noticed the man on the couch. A man? But...

Not that she didn't knew men got also kidnapped. The dead corpse of the man from the just played game appeared in her mind. She sighed. She just didn't felt well being alone with a man.

"Uhm... Hello?", she asked softly, a smile on her face.

Garrett had heard the shower turn off, but still made no move to get up from the couch or anything. Instead, he simply sat still on his spot, arms lazily crossed over his chest and face downcast. The moment he heard the bathroom door open, followed by a couple of soft, gentle steps, he immedintly concluded that it wasn't Dimitiri. The guy carried himself slightly different, from what he's managed to memorize in their time spent togheter locke din that other room. Whoever this person was then stopped once they, from what Garrett assumed, spotted them. His suspiton of it being someone other than Dimitri was then confirmed as he heard a woman's voice greet him, in an almost careful manner.
"Hi there," he replied back blankly, titling his head upward slightly. "So, I guess our 'host' decided to move us around a bit more," he states dryly, thouh still looking completley apathetic as he spoke, his face still mostly down cast.

Messua frowned slightly. "I guess so.", she answered calmly and walked towards the man. "But it looks more like a dream being in this room, then the nightmare in the room I was before."

She shook her head. That the man didn't look at her directly worried her a little but she stayed calm. "You're not hurt, aren't you?", she made a few more steps towards him.

"Really," he murmured as the woman described the room in such a way. Although, after his little 'exploring' from just a couple of minutes ago, he had to say that it felt bigger than the last one he was in. But, from what he could tell, the other room hadn't been that bad to beging with. Where they in some sort of luxury suit now?
When she then aske dhim if he was hurt, Garrett could only give out a snort at the question. "Mentally? Yeah probably. But physically? Not that I'm aware off," he shrugged, first then moving his head up enough for her to see his face, revealing his vacant and hazed ot eyes. "So what should I call you then?" he went on and asked casually. "Name's Garrett, in case you wondered."

"Yes, but I have to admit I miss the skull from my last room.", Messua felt herself calming down. It was nice to talk to the man and he didn't seem to want to harm her in any way.

When he told her his name, she tightened. Where were her manners? "I'm so sorry, I should've introcuded myself first. My name is Messua. It's nice to meet you Garrett.", her voice warm and soft. That he had finally lifted his head to look at her made her smile again. She was surprised to see that he was blind, but not shocked in any way. She just noticed that she stood now in front of him, her hand lifted towards his face. Before touching him, she backed a few steps away. It wasn't nice to touch someone when he couldn't react nor see it coming. Though he might live with those eyes for quite a while now.

"How did that happen?", she asked without thinking, biting her lower lip, cause it was too late to take the question back. "Sorry, I didn't meant to be rude...", Messua sat down on the ground next to the couch.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips at what she said. "A skull, huh?" he chuckled, leaning back a bit further agaisnt the couch comfortably. "Maybe there's one in this room too, hiding." And by that, he could mean anything really. Seeing as all the crazy shit that kept happening, who knows what they mgith 'stumble' upon in one of these rooms. It sure as hell wouldn't surprise him if they fund something.... intressting.
As the woman inteduced herself, Garrett gave a small nod as a greeting, bowing his head back down t´so it was half facing his lap, his arms still crossed casually over his chest. He had felt some movement infront of his face, and assume dit was her hand, outstretched for a handshacke or something... But he ignored that gesture, like he always did.

And then out of nowhere, she asked him that question. At first, the only thing he did was quirkc an eyebrow, not offended or anything but, a little surprsied actually. He can abrely remember the last time someone's asked him that.
Feeling her move again, he titled his head towards her direction. "I was in the wrong place at wrong time," he asnwered curtly, his vocie still apathetic and unbotherd. An unwated memory of fire flashe din his mind, and he quickly shaked those thoughts off.
"So, Messua," he then said, leaving the topic like that. "I don't suppose you have any better idea than me to why we're here?"

Messua chuckled. "I don't think we will find something like a skull in here. It looks like a room decorated by Barbie. Awful.", she shook her head. Her glance few around once more and she shivered. His answer on her, to her feeling quite impolite question, was very unemotional. She bite her lip again. Indeed it made her more curious, but she kept it this way.

She moved again, so that she could lean now against the couch with her back, next to his leg. While moving more to sit comfortable, she touched it. "I'm sorry.", then she sighed. "Well, I'm not sure why we are here. The only thing I could think of is, that our kidnapper has a fetish for deadly games.", she shrugged. "It is forbidden, so you have to keep it a secret, if you want to do them."

Garrett laughed again softly under his breathe, especilly for how she described this new room to be decorated by a Barbie. "Oh god no, is it covered in pink and sparkles?" he snorted, both half joking and not. Well, sicne he couldn't see shit anyway, it really didn't matter. Still, that didn't mean he couldn't joke about it.

When she apologize,d for whatever reason, he just gave a small shurgg in response. he wasn't offended by ehr question, really he wasn't. She hadn't hurt him or done any harm with just that.
"Oh..." he mumbles then. "So you've ahd the 'pleasure' of going through one of those games too then?" he sighed, frowning now as that weird 'trixter' game returned to his mind. "That sure must suck..."
He went quiet for a moment, ponderign a bit to himself before asking: "Did someone die this time too?"

"No, it's more white and beige, but everything is so fluffy and plushy.", her warm and clear laughter filled the room for a moment. "I like soft things, but here it feels like you need to pay attention that you aren't suffocating.", she sighed. "I bet there are some people who would like it, if it was all pink in here."

She stayed quiet for a while. "Yes, I had to play Russian Roulette before I met you.", she finally answered quietly. "I'm not sure if it was luck that the second try didn't caused the bullet to kill me.", Messua took a deep breath and opened the knot in her hair. The almost dry black hair fell curly on her shoulders. "The young man who tried sixth wasn't that lucky.", her eyes filled with tears, the shock of the game, which kept her calm and rational finally left her body. "He already made friends in here... and now his life is over.", her voice was trembling.

"Hm" Garrett hummed softly at her description of the room. It didn't sound that bad, from what she told him. "Well, seeing as I'm an animal lover and all, i don't midn things being 'fluffy and plushy' that much, although.... ahve to say I'm kind off glad I can't see it," he snorted.
But then again, of course it didn't matter to someone who couldn't see. So, in the end, the room could like a room hell itself or from a five year old girl's dreamland without him really caring.

When Messua went quiet, so did Garrett, who just paitnetlly waited for her continue. Once she did, he litsend. Half a part of him didn't want to hear, tempted to jsut shut ehr vocie out and go back to his own mind where he could focus on keeping himself sane. THe other part, needed to know this, to hear it.
A young man had died this time she said... That amde Garrett's throat go dry. WHile that may hopefully mean that Meg was safe, it was still a big risk that someone he knew had hit the bucket. "Did you catch the guy's name...?" he asked slowly.

Messua shook her head. "No.", she added, remembering he couldn't see her. "But there was this fair-haired guy with his brunette friend. I think his name was Miguel and hers Jane.", she bit her lower lip. "He seemed to be very close to the dead man."

She moved back and forth slowly. The pictures of the destroyed face rushed through her mind. It was just a fact, that she had been quite too calm after his death. Jane's face had shown a lot of the emotions, she had kept inside. No, he had had a life. Even if it was short. But he could grow up and make mistakes.

"Do you think we get out alive?", she asked quietly.

And just like that, hearing her mention Miguel's name and say hwo he seemed clsoed with the now 'dead young man', was enogh to make Garrett's hert almsot stop. On the putside, he really didn't react at all, jsut stayed like he always was, calm and unreadable. On the inside however.... No... was it... Really Cale who had....?
Quickly shaking his head, as if somehow be able to shale off all those dark throughts and fears now swirling around his head, before moving his hand up and rubbing his forehead.
He stayed silent for another moment, not doing anything.

And then, hearing her so quietly ask that question, he for once didn't know what to say. While often choose to stay quiet around people, he still knew exactly what he could say to them, but now... he was clueless.
So instead of answering her, he gently placed a hand on her shoulder, the gesture firm but yet comforting. That... was all he really could do.