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Post by Christopher Bjørgman on Jun 7, 2016 14:45:15 GMT
He’d noticed a change in her attitude. She seemed more glum than moments ago when she had been the one to try and make him feel better with his situation. Her voice didn’t sound as confident either. He might not have known her for long – and, deep down, still couldn’t be certain that she was as innocent as she said – but he couldn’t help but worry a little.
- Are… you alright? – he wondered, his face showing more concern – Did I say something wrong?
Honestly, it could have been anything. This situation was too surreal. Even now he still wasn’t sure if he believed it or still expected some idiot with a camera to burst into the room and scream “surprise”. Maybe that was why he was so calm: denial. Hope? Yet, the slight chance that this could still be for real didn’t allow him to let this go. He needed to know everything that could possibly help him in his time here. And he wanted to get Evelyn out of his head, at least for now. If there really were deadly games happening around here, he didn’t want to imagine such a sweet, gentle girl involved in any of it.
He glanced at the camera his new roommate had warned him about. Whoever this madwoman was, she was probably staring at them, studying their conversation. If she had such control over them and could kill them so easily, he assumed Kida couldn’t know more than she was supposed to, or else she would already be a goner. So asking probably wouldn’t hurt.
- Did you see the woman who trapped us while in the games ? – he felt the need to ask, even knowing the young woman didn’t seem fine. When thinking about some kind of psycho, most people usually thought about a man. It was a cliché, but also often true. Yet, Kida was apparently certain of their captor’s gender. Which meant she must have seen her somewhere.
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Post by Kida Nedakh on Jun 7, 2016 16:31:02 GMT
Kida had to fight back the urge to make a face. No. She wasn't okay. It's been a month since she was trapped in this nightmare game. No one had come looking or had even come close. She took a deep breath, letting her expression fall into a neutral display, something she had a lot of practice with when talking to her father's other politician friends/colleagues.
"Nothing. I was just never good at keeping track of time without my notebooks." she fibbed.
A white lie. It wouldn't hurt. She certainly didn't want Christopher to start giving up on hope that they would be rescued like she had. She was being stricken by apathy. Hope was hard to come by. Someone should have at least reported her missing! She was the daughter of a politician! It should have made national news. But then again, she was also known for globe trotting. Unless her friends really started noticing that she wasn't showing up when she said she would, then no one would think her non-appearance odd.
"Evelyn insisted it was a woman." Kida said. "I don't think she had any reason to lie. She was trapped like we were."
Or rather Evelyn got the shortest stick there was by being trapped in an over elaborate bird cage on display for the elements, rained on and just treated awfully. She hoped the woman got away, to safety, but she had been ill, so sickly from being left outside for days on end with no food or water. Who knew how far away they were from civilization? Kida could only hope.
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Post by Christopher Bjørgman on Jun 8, 2016 17:56:37 GMT
The man nodded. He could tell Kida didn’t want to talk more about her own feelings, and as he was rather the lonely kind himself, he respected that. She’d come along if she wanted to tell him. He just hoped she wasn’t doing too bad; she seemed to have been in here for a long time, and was probably starting to lose hope. Something he, also, would rather not think about right now. Guess I’ll just add that to the list, he thought, as Kida mentioned Evelyn again, and how she had apparently seen their captor. Oh, how he hoped it wasn’t the same Evelyn.
Christopher sighed. He was starting to feel tired. His headache and nausea weren’t completely gone yet, and he knew if he didn’t take some rest, this would all start messing with his head, and the last thing he needed now was for his new roommate to think he’d lost his mind. He gave her a quick nod as he motioned towards the bed, before he walked around her to sit on it and get more comfortable. Just so she’d know what he was doing. Once he was there, he eyed the furniture of the room cautiously. Two wooden chairs, a painting that for some reason was turned the other way (he didn’t remember seeing what was on it, but gave it a curious look for a few seconds, wondering what it was and why it was even there if they weren’t allowed to see it), and the bed he was currently sitting on. Besides from that, nothing but two locked doors and a bathroom that didn’t have much to offer. Wonderful.
Sadly, he didn’t see anything he could sleep on apart from the bed. Which meant…
- How are you gonna want to do this? – he turned towards his companion again, still rather uncomfortable at the idea of having to share a room with an unknown woman – I know we slept together last night, but neither of us seems to remember so… I understand if this bothers you.
Hell, it bothered him, to some degree. But on the other hand, he didn’t want him or Kida to be uncomfortable for… as long as they’d be together. The decision was hers.
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Post by Kida Nedakh on Jun 8, 2016 19:26:32 GMT
"The bed? Uh, we can share," she told him, "But I can go grab a shower if you want to sleep on your own."
She was perhaps a little less bothered by the notion of sharing a bed with a stranger. Christopher was only her third roommate there. But she was also used to sharing with strangers due to her globe trotting tendencies. It's how she met some of the greatest people, but now, she would give anything for that to be true again, without the death games. Besides, she had just dropped a huge world shattering revelation on the guy. He might want to process it on his own, without her there to interfere.
"Don't think you have to go out of your way for me, okay?"
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Post by Christopher Bjørgman on Jun 8, 2016 20:06:26 GMT
- No, that’s not it… I mean, I would understand if you were feeling awkward. It’s just that I, myself, have a hard time getting comfortable around strangers… but I wouldn’t want you to sleep on the floor or anything. We’ll just share.
This would have to do, whether he liked it or not… There were going to stay together for a while, and he was gonna have to get over himself. After all, it’s not like Kida had chosen to be there with him either.
A feeling of emptiness in his stomach caught his attention. He wasn’t starving, but he was definitely starting to feel a little hungry, and he hadn’t seen any food around yet. After all, he hadn’t eaten since… yesterday morning, if he could recall. And his little sick trip to the toilet hadn’t helped that fact at all. A further observation of Kida seemed to indicate that she seemed rather healthy; or well, as healthy as a woman trapped forever in a tiny room could be. At least she didn’t seem to have been starved. After all, if their captor wanted them in good shape to play her deadly games, she’d need them well nourished.
- Do you think we’ll be getting food any time soon?
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Post by Kida Nedakh on Jun 8, 2016 20:37:08 GMT
"It doesn't bother me," she assured him. "But what can I do to help you? I don't want you to be uncomfortable."
Of her past roommates, Vincent was resigned to the fact they would have to share. Celia didn't question it and more often than not curled up to her too. But Christopher, he was sweet and shy and so confused. She sat down on the opposite side of the bed, still giving him his space. She didn't want to crowd him too quickly. He probably wouldn't have liked that. She knew she didn't like having her personal space invaded.
"She feeds us. Three meals a day." Kida said. "They're not half bad all things considering."
It was hard to say when exactly they would be fed, but it would happen. Their gracious 'host' never skipped a meal on them. So at least no one starved to death, unless they invoked a hunger strike and their captor didn't care. Food was provided regardless. At first Kida had been afraid it was drugged or worse, poisoned, but it wasn't. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
"It's hard to keep track of time."
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Post by Christopher Bjørgman on Jun 8, 2016 21:50:25 GMT
Christopher risked a tiny smile. At least he’d been lucky enough to be roomed with what seemed like a good woman, respectful of his boundaries. Right now, he couldn’t have asked for more (except maybe freedom), but yet…
- Honestly, I think knowing you’re sleeping on the floor for me would make me even more uncomfortable. I’d hate to have you do that for me. I’ll get used to it as time goes by, don’t worry about it. – he assured her.
To her question he could only answer by shaking his head awkwardly. He’d seen they only had one towel in the bathroom for both of them, which meant that since he wasn’t going to stop showering and he didn’t expect her to do it either, they’d have to share that as well. And he would have to get over that too.
- I don’t think there’s much we can do about this right now, but thank you for being so understanding. – he kept on his smile for her, hoping she would see he meant it - I really do appreciate it.
He was also glad to hear they’d be fed. He couldn’t imagine what kind of hell this would be if they were to be starved. Chris glanced at Kida once more. A part of him wanted to talk to her, ask about her life. Even though he still felt a little awkward around her, he felt like chatting with her might help him not realise in how much trouble he was and not panic for a while longer. But he didn’t know for how long they’d be here, and he was worried at the idea of running out of things to say too quickly. He wasn’t a people-person, but complete silence frightened him. It made the hallucinations stronger.
- … … So, have you been with other people before me? – he tried, recalling how she had talked about others being trapped in here as well – Do you know where they are now?
Safe, he hoped.
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Post by Kida Nedakh on Jun 9, 2016 1:29:46 GMT
"Just let me know if you change your mind, okay?" Kida kindly implored.
He obviously didn't want her to share the bed with him. She didn't want to have either of them sleeping on the floor. There was no other way around the bed situation. So leaving that at that, she moved along. There was no point focusing on what they couldn't change, particularly since that was their living arrangements for now. She just wanted to help make him as comfortable as possible, or as comfortable as was in her powers to do so.
"I had two other roommates." Kida explained. "Celia was my first. We were in a different room though. And I met Vincent in this room. I don't know where they are now. I had hoped that maybe you would know but... That's okay."
She was worried about the both of them, Celia more so that Vincent since she had all but broken down when they were first waking up. She was worried about the Italian man too. The death games weren't something to be taken lightly and if he failed, just like that other girl had, he too could have died.
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Post by Christopher Bjørgman on Jun 9, 2016 14:03:58 GMT
He nodded, grateful about her offer. Even if he doubted he would take it any time soon.
- I'm sorry about that, but I just arrived, so, I really don't know about any of them… Sorry.
He would try to remember their names, though. Celia and Vincent. And Kida, of course. Kida Nedakh. If she had changed roommates in the past, chances were she and him might be separated one day, and he wanted to remember her. Or be able to recognise her past « friends ». That is, if they were alive. He shivered.
He blinked at the mention of another room. So, there were others rooms around there. Made sense, if they were more people. If Kida had been moved around different rooms, then there was hope that maybe Celia and Vincent were alive somewhere. Or Evelyn. Maybe that trap door on the floor lead to one of those rooms as well? Christopher was rather tempted to go back to it and start pulling again, if anything to check if anybody was down there. But for all he knew, any form of contact with other people was completely impossible. It didn't sound very smart for their captor to let them chat, at least. Unless she didn't want them to lose their mind too quickly. That's so generous of her…
- I assume there's no way for us to talk to the other rooms? - he asked, sounding quite defeated. This whole thing was just starting to get worse and worse.
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Post by Kida Nedakh on Jun 11, 2016 14:28:26 GMT
"It's not your fault," Kida said.
Who knew if they were going to change rooms again? She did just get a new roommate, but that didn't mean anything to their host. The person scared her - cut her straight to the core. She just hoped, that if they did change rooms, she found out what happened to her two previous roommates.
Talking was the only thing they had to spend their time. Talking, sleeping, and eating. There wasn't anything you could do that your roommate didn't know about. No space, no privacy, no escape. Kida wondered if their captor knew how much that broke morale. Being unable to have five seconds alone unless they locked themselves in the bathroom. It wasn't ideal, but being alone was just as equally awful. Kida had nearly paced a hole into the floor from her worry for Vincent. Just thinking about it sent a wave of anxiousness through her.
"Actually, the walls are quite thin. If you knock and someone on the other side hears you, they'll answer." she said.
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Post by Christopher Bjørgman on Jun 15, 2016 17:00:55 GMT
His eyes went to the walls that surrounded him. So not only they were surrounded by more prisoners just like themselves, but they could communicate with them? Was that really a smart move for their captor, to let them discuss things, plot even? True, they were still all watched by a camera, but still, if it wasn’t for Kida he wouldn’t have known the person who hold them was a woman, and Kida wouldn’t know it herself without this Evelyn. Maybe allowing them to chat wasn’t the smartest move. Maybe it was another way of torture: knowing that so many people are being held hostage, yet the police still haven’t found and freed any of you. Or maybe giving you more people to talk to was to help keep them sane for a while longer. He wasn’t sure if them not losing their mind too quickly was required, or if it made things worse. Any death game would be funnier in the hands of a bunch of psychos than in those of some confused babies… right?
Christopher rubbed his forehead for a moment. All these maybes weren’t helping his still nauseated head, and he was feeling an even stronger need to lie down and forget all of this ever happened. And since he probably wasn’t getting out of here any time soon, then maybe the best was to do just that, so he could be in better shape later if anything happened. You never know when you’re gonna get sent into the arena, after all.
- I’m still not feeling very well. I think I’m gonna take a little nap for now. – he warned Kida, laying next to her on the mattress while still trying to keep a respectful distance from her – Wake me up when we get any food…
The man closed his eyes, too tired to wait for an answer, and quickly fell asleep, happy to sense the unconsciousness take the pain away.
[Just wrapping this up since we’re no longer roommates]
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