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Post by Silvia Harrison on Jun 12, 2016 17:24:09 GMT
Silvia groaned and turned onto her side. She curled up, feeling cold from not having covers on her. "Silas, give me back the covers.." She groaned and went to take the covers away from him. But when she went to grab them she realized no one was next to her. "What the?" Silvia whispered before she opened her eyes and took notice of the blank spot beside her.
Where the hell did he go?
Though that question was answered when she realized the sheets on this bed were not hers. This made her sit up. She then remembered she hadn't gone to bed yet. The last thing she remembered was taking out of the trash. And she was still in her clothes. A red tank top and black leggings with a see through shirt over it. Silvia looked around the room as she stared in shock for a while. And then survival kicked in.
Silvia jumped off of the bed, ignoring the dizziness that came with that. She ran to do the door and tried to open it and when it didn't budge, she kicked it. Still nothing. She groaned out in frustration before she looked around the whole room to see if there was anywhere else to escape. To her disappointment, there was nothing. She stood in the middle of the room with her hand in her hair as she continued to look around in frustration. She could care less about how nice the room looked, she wanted to get out of here.
"God dammit.." Silvia cursed before she finally took notice of the camera. Her eyes narrowed. Someone was watching her.. Normally she would confront whoever was behind the camera, but something in her told her to keep it to herself. So she did. Rather not piss off whoever kidnapped her. That would be a bad thing. All she could hope now was to wait and see if something would happen..
All she knew right now was that she needed to find a way out. She needed to get back to her husband and son.
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Post by Jamie Chen on Jun 14, 2016 8:29:18 GMT
In fact, it seems that Silvia was not so alone in the room after all. The covers had fallen from the large king sized bed and had gathered on the opposite side of bed on the floor. In his tossing and turnings from whatever nightmare he may have been having James had fallen from the bed and landed with all the covers wrapped up around his body. At the sound of a young woman's voice, James stirred beneath the covers. The pulsing migraine in his temple told him to keep his eyes shut, just slip back to sleep. It was probably just his sister ranting to the television or something. But, slowly and surely, James began to gain back reality. His sister had gone missing a month or so ago, he'd been searching for her relentlessly. The taxi. Slowly, he was remembering the taxi driver. Pulling off on some strange road then it was just darkness.
"God dammit.."
Sitting up slowly, James pulled the covers away from his body, letting the pool around his waist. He was still wearing the same clothes he had on that night he couldn't quite remember. James turned around to the face the woman he was in the room. She was super pretty, a young Samoan woman with blonde hair. Not his sister. He could see the panic ridden on her face, it didn't seem she had taken notice of him quite yet.
"Hey, don't worry! You're not alone here. We'll find a way out soon. We have to. They can't keep us locked up in this room forever, right? The name is James, by the way." He tried to keep his voice has calm as he could, but deep down he was afraid too. He worked on plenty of abduction cases. Sometimes the victims were able to get away or the authorities found them before anything untoward happened to them. Although,..there were those some cases that the abductor killed them off. But, he had to keep positive, not only for his sake--but his partner in the room with him. If you fell into hysterics then the captor won.
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Post by Silvia Harrison on Jun 15, 2016 0:32:17 GMT
Silvia jumped when she suddenly heard someone's voice behind her. She turned, ready to fight, but she stopped once she saw the guy didn't have any idea where they were as well. What told her this? The way he was staring at her. The expression on his face told her everything. He was just like her. They had no idea where they were. She couldn't help but feel a bit relieved she wasn't alone. She relaxed and crossed her arms as she looked at the male in front of her.
"I don't know. People who kidnap others normally plan to keep them forever. But I do like your hopefulness, I'll try to have some. And it's nice to meet you James, my name is Silvia." She said as she walked up to him and took his hand in hers and shook it, giving him sincere smile.
"Glad I'm not as alone as I thought. It would've gotten pretty boring in here without someone to talk to." She said as she let go of James' hand before she looked around the room. She was taking how beautiful it was, but that was another reason she felt off. Why would someone put them in a nice room? There was another motive here.. And she was going to make sure to find it out.
"All I can suggest right now is just to not put too much attention on ourselves. Especially when our kidnapper is watching our every move." She stated as she pointed over her shoulder at the camera.
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Post by Jamie Chen on Jun 16, 2016 21:53:07 GMT
James sighed and sat back on the bed, a pulling a knee into his lap after shaking the woman's hand. No doubt she could tell from his face he was confused as she was. Why were they here? The last he remembered was looking for his sister and ending up in a taxi. "I heard about these kidnappings, I never thought I'd become the next victim. I don't doubt we are the only ones. I saw you try the door, I am guessing its locked?"
Putting a fist beneath his chin he glanced around the room. His eyes fixed on the painting on the wall and walked over to it. Putting his hands behind his back he glanced at it, then gently touched it, trying to shift the painting to see if anything was beneath it, anything to get out. There was no nail on the wall it was probably drilled into the wall. "Ah, I thought perhaps there'd be a nail attached to the picture, but I can't budge it." He frowned at his fruitless attempt. When she mentioned the camera he glanced toward it and walked to it, peering into the camera. As if he could see the person through the other side.
"Usually those who watch their captives want something from them. I doubt our captor wants to know about us personally. Gotta be something else." James spoke out loud. Then he glanced over at Silvia with a blush, "Sorry, talking out loud. I'm a cop." Could there be some hope in that she was a police officer, could her partner or her crew to help solve her mysterious vanishing act. He smiled at her reassuringly, "I have no doubt we'll get out of her somehow. So, I told you I am a cop, would you like to share a little bit from your life? It's okay, you don't have to though. I assume we'll be in this room for a while."
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