Post by Christopher Bjørgman on Jun 15, 2016 18:07:41 GMT
When Christopher woke up, it was only to be met with the same sensation of nausea and dizziness that he had felt the very first day of his nightmare. His hand lazily got to the top of his head, which he started rubbing with a hoarse moan of pain. He’d taken him a whole day to feel better, his entire body shaken by the unhappy mix of gasing and medication, and now it was the same shit all over again. And there he thought he wouldn’t have to be put in this situation again unless a death game was to start…
Christopher opened his eyes. He wouldn’t have to be put in this situation unless a death game… He quickly sat up in his bed. No, please, not one of those games yet, he wasn’t ready…!
Yet, the sight he encountered looked nothing like what Kida and John had told him about. He wasn’t in a big room, a garden, or anything able to contain a certain amount of players. He was still in a bedroom – a different room than the one he had been sleeping in before, true, but still a single room with just a couple of people.
No longer feeling in danger, Christopher took the time to observe this new location. First of all, it was better furnished: an actual bed instead of a simple mattress on the floor, a sofa, a table with cards… it seemed like quite an upgrade. Even the painting looked slightly less nightmare-ish (which, if Christopher had known the title of this piece of art, would have been really ironic). Kida would always hide theirs, apparently made uncomfortable by it, and after sneaking in a look, it’d decided he would let her keep going.
Still, this wasn’t as bad as he could have feared, if it wasn’t for one detail. The color choices, the designs, the patterns…
- Well, this place’s decoration looks horrible, he noted.
A sudden realisation made him look up. A camera was still staring down on them.
- … … Not that I question your sense of… style. – he reassured.
He meant it, though. All of this, it was just… too much for his own liking.
A groan of discontent made him turn his head to the right. To his surprise, the person lying next to him on the bed was no longer Kida, but agiant beast tall and muscular, rather ugly man, still asleep, though Christopher’s words seemed to have bothered his slumber.
He would probably wake up any moment now, and if it was to happen, Christopher would rather not repeat past mistakes and throw up all over him, or near him. Getting up, and after a quick visit to the main door (still locked, of course. And no floor trap door, this time), he walked to the also rather upgrade of a bathroom (soaps!! Actually soaps!! And separate towels! He couldn’t believe it!) and turned on the valve, carefully washing his face with cold water to try to make himself feel slightly better. The stranger would wake up soon, and he wanted to feel as good as possible for their “introductions”.
Christopher opened his eyes. He wouldn’t have to be put in this situation unless a death game… He quickly sat up in his bed. No, please, not one of those games yet, he wasn’t ready…!
Yet, the sight he encountered looked nothing like what Kida and John had told him about. He wasn’t in a big room, a garden, or anything able to contain a certain amount of players. He was still in a bedroom – a different room than the one he had been sleeping in before, true, but still a single room with just a couple of people.
No longer feeling in danger, Christopher took the time to observe this new location. First of all, it was better furnished: an actual bed instead of a simple mattress on the floor, a sofa, a table with cards… it seemed like quite an upgrade. Even the painting looked slightly less nightmare-ish (which, if Christopher had known the title of this piece of art, would have been really ironic). Kida would always hide theirs, apparently made uncomfortable by it, and after sneaking in a look, it’d decided he would let her keep going.
Still, this wasn’t as bad as he could have feared, if it wasn’t for one detail. The color choices, the designs, the patterns…
- Well, this place’s decoration looks horrible, he noted.
A sudden realisation made him look up. A camera was still staring down on them.
- … … Not that I question your sense of… style. – he reassured.
He meant it, though. All of this, it was just… too much for his own liking.
A groan of discontent made him turn his head to the right. To his surprise, the person lying next to him on the bed was no longer Kida, but a
He would probably wake up any moment now, and if it was to happen, Christopher would rather not repeat past mistakes and throw up all over him, or near him. Getting up, and after a quick visit to the main door (still locked, of course. And no floor trap door, this time), he walked to the also rather upgrade of a bathroom (soaps!! Actually soaps!! And separate towels! He couldn’t believe it!) and turned on the valve, carefully washing his face with cold water to try to make himself feel slightly better. The stranger would wake up soon, and he wanted to feel as good as possible for their “introductions”.