Fourth wall break (ttw with rooms 1&3)

Isabelle did not often find herself becoming bored with her own company, she knew that boredom was just a sign of a lack of wits and ability to keep yourself entertained. Yet, she did seek a distraction from the miserable monotony of day to day life being trapped inside a room. How she did long for a wander with her ladies around the gardens, a gentle stroll and a summers breeze. She sighed to herself but her shoulders lurched when a knocking interrupted her daydreams.

"Yes?" She found herself responding without thinking, as she used to when someone came to call in her old home.

John froze when he heard the voice from the other side. It was faint, but he still recognized the tone and intonation used. But could it really be? He really hoped he was just hallucinating. "Izzy?!" He asked leaning his ear tightly against the wall, so desperate not to miss anything.
He was tense like a loaded spring. If it indeed was Isabelle he didn't know how he would react. But he was sure the sick person who kidnapped them was going to have a show.

At first, Isabelle frowned at the wall as she feared she was becoming delirious. For that voice, sounded just like her brother. Then a wave of shock and disbelief washed over her. "John?" She called hoarsely. Not here, please not here. She was aware her complexion had faded to at least two shades paler than her usual colour and her eyes were wide. Missing him had been pain enough without knowing he had been here, playing games of twisted intent.

"You're not hurt, are you?" Isabelle managed to speak quickly as she edged closer to the wall, pressing her hand up against it as though hoping for his warmth. Her mind was screaming at her and rolling its eyes, she was sure. It would not do her any favours to reveal the closeness between her and her brother, the kidnapper may use it to their advantage. Nonetheless, she had missed him fiercely and knew she would not sleep until she knew he was in good health. Or, as good as you could be in here.

Isabelle closed her eyes and gently rested her head against the cool stone of the wall. Why were they both here?

It really was her. One of the few people he did not want to be stuck in this hellhole with him. She didn't deserve this place.
His anger flared up in an instant. Standing up the side table and smashing it against the wall. He didn't care if Dean woke up, he just needed to vent his anger and frustration out. Throwing the bits and pieces of the poor table across the room.
As soon as he started he calmed down, having exhausted his frustration. And most likely he was scaring Isabelle too.
"I am alright..." He replied to her, taking a moment to collect himself some more. "I am sorry about the noise. I needed to let out some steam...." He said clearing his throat.
"Are you alright?" He asked hastily. "Our captor better not have hurt you in any way or I swear I will..." He trailed off, not really sure what he would do. Bad things for sure, but he also realized that he was not in the power position to do anything to them.
Wishing to break through the wall and hug Izzy. "How long have you been in here?" He hurried to ask her.

Isabelle flinched backwards as loud bursts of noise began to reverberate through the wall. For a split moment, she wondered whether John was being hurt by the kidnapper; whether they had chosen this reunion to torture him. Then, she realised that was not this person's style. It was torture enough, them both just being there together and not being able to really be with one another. John was acting out. She felt tears prick her eyes as she leaned back against the wall and called his name hoarsely.

"John..."

He came back to her and she listened to his words as though through a thick fog. It was a lie, neither of them were alright.

"I'm better now," Isabelle said, opting for a truthful response. "Though I'm sharing a room with an ignorant mule. I am grateful for someone sane to talk to." She smiled softly though he could not see her. What a strange mix of emotions; regret at them being here but pleased to speak to him again.

"John, no," Izzy gasped and cut off his threat to their captor, she could not have him saying such things. The way they were going to get out of this was to not draw attention to themselves, she had seen there were other people here so they just needed to make themselves less threatening than them, less visible. Yet, not boring. The captor could not tire of them either. At the moment, been given some of the better rooms and the star to save her; Isabelle believed she may be one of the favourites and was grateful for it. Yet, she couldn't say the same for John.

"A while," Izzy replied. "Time moves strangely here. How about you?"

John took deep breaths to calm himself. There was so much he wanted to tell her. But one glance towards his roommate gave him the reassurance that he could not do that here, or now. He would need to catch her in private, or during a game somehow. Although he realized that them having a private conversation in a group would be caught on fast.
Or they would have to develop a secret code.
"Who are you roomed with? Hopefully not with Ruber." He said hoping and praying that his sister was safe from that brute. He hung on to the silence as he waited her to either confirm his suspicions or deny them. So far he would have her roomed with basically anyone else than Ruber.
"I have had three roommates so far." He stated the only thing he could rely on to measure time. Secretly hoping she and him had not been kidnapped together. He honestly could not remember anything from his last night of freedom. But his hope was twindling every word she spoke to him.

Isabelle closed her eyes, wishing that they were alone at the bar and she was able to confess to him all she was thinking and feeling. Instead, she was forced to sigh and lean back to face the reality that they would be living a facade for a fair while until they were found. They were pawns in a vindictive game of chess when she was used to playing as the Queen.

"Well, not Ruber thank goodness," Isabelle hadn't considered this possibility and had to admit that even her current room mate wasn't low enough to meet his standards. Yet, as she glanced over to him asleep, she could not help but feel distaste gathering inside her once more. "I'm roomed with a man named Dimitri Sudayev and let's just say that he lacks any form of manners or etiquette."

That was one of the things she loved about John, even before he had know that she was his sister, he had been a gentleman and looked out for her with those ruffians. He had never once treated her poorly initially, unlike this mule currently residing with her.

"I might have hit him over the head with a badger," She mentioned briefly with a slight smile, hoping to add a tone of humour to their grim situation.

"How have they been?" Isabelle asked. "My first roommate was pleasant and female, so that was preferable." She was careful not to say too much, still not wanting the kidnapper to make any ties between herself and Jane, she feared that it would be used as part of one of the games. "My second roommate was male but had the sense to remain unconscious and my third roommate is the one that has been causing the trouble."