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Post by Octavia Hale on May 23, 2016 17:25:00 GMT
Octavia woke up with a terrible headache. It happened from time to time, but this time she felt as though she had been asleep for ages. She started massaging her temples and slowly started feeling better.
Her jeans were starting to get tighter, and Octavia had no other choice but to unbutton them. She wouldn't want to squeeze the baby and in here she didn't have anything to change into. Realising that she might miss out on buying maternity clothes made her sad and Octavia felt the need to tell Meg about it. But when she looked over, she noticed that the person next to her wasn't Meg. With a high-pitched scream Octavia pushed the man next to her off the bed. She frantically started looking around the room, but Meg was nowhere to be found. Who was the man who had taken her place? Octavia hesitantly looked over the side of the bed and down on him.
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Post by Dean Gray on May 24, 2016 14:37:17 GMT
Dean awoke to a high-pitched scream before the floor raced to meet him. He barely had time to think: "What?" before his nose collided with the surface that was oddly softer than he had expected.
Rolling over to his back, holding his nose hoping to stem the inevitable flood of blood, Dean looked up towards the ceiling, where his eyes met the eyes of a... woman? Dean shook his head, making sure he wasn't delirious. He had fallen asleep in his cigarette carpet bed, and now awoke in the bed of a woman? Scanning the room, he was happy to see it wasn't a room with a noose in it, yet oddly distraught from the lack of it. He had been moved, and his roommate changed. Roommate or cellmate, didn't really matter. Different from the former room was the fact that there was a painting on the wall. Depicting two skeletonlike humans embracing. Great.
Dean returned his gaze to the woman, staring at her as he tried to process everything. He tried to determine her country of origin, maybe she was Russian or East-European? Looking closer on her face, she didn't seem as such. She seemed oddly... normal. Perfect mole-material, she could be one of Them. Although Jim had turned out to be safe, this one shouldn't be trusted. After all, women were a lot better at acting than most men. However, he couldn't exactly sit in the room and stare at her for ages, though he was aware that he had stared for well over the accepted amount, and thusly had to speak.
All he could think of to say, was simply: "Ow?"
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Post by Octavia Hale on May 26, 2016 19:30:09 GMT
Maybe she had overreacted a bit. He was most likely kidnapped like she and Meg had been. But why was he suddenly in her room? Could something hae happened to Meg? Octavia's head was full of thoughts as she stared on the man on the floor. One thing she knew for sure, was that her, Kayley and Meg had been wrong to assume there were only girls in here.
"I'm sorry," Octavia said after a while. She considered offering the man a hand but then decided against it. "But... who are you?"
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Post by Dean Gray on May 26, 2016 20:27:43 GMT
Dean removed his hand momentarily to check if his nose was bleeding. Luckily it wasn't, and he pushed himself up in a seated position. "I'm sorry" she said. "She better be." Dean thought, as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, hoping the brief introduction to the floor wouldn't leave any more permanent mark. She asked who he was, and Dean thought for a moment if he were to lie. This woman was obviously unstable, pushing men onto floors like it was nobody's business. It was clear that there wasn't just ten people taken by Them. Thinking about it logically, it would seem to be up to twenty people. In the 'game' in which Kayley had died there had been ten people. If every one of those ten people had a roommate as Dean had, then doing some basic math would add that up to twenty people combined. Realizing he'd been thinking for too long, he decided to speak.
"Dean Gray, no relation." He said, as he handed her his hand. Even if she were crazy or unstable, some semblance of civility was required. "And you are?"
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