Pretty, yet strange room with a blue nude

His eyes opened and closed, and opened again. "The ceiling is white, looks nice," Miguel blinked once again and tried to remeber how did he get back home. "Where the hell is Rita! She always lefts his pills right beside my bed". he thought. The headache was attacking his brain like there's no tomorrow. "Oh, God... How the fuck did I get that drunk last night," Miguel covered his face with a palm. "Damn," he groaned quietly and tried to get up, but failed and fall back on the bed. Then he heard unfamiliar male voice swearing... "Oh, damn these new generation kids," Miguel tried to reach his phone and awkwardly grabed a huge stuffed badger plush... He jumped off the bed like it was on fire and threw the plush away. Then his glance rushed to the young man standing in front of the door. "Who the fuck are you, kid?" he asked the totall stranger in kinda agressive tone. However, in that moment Miguel came to his senses and looked around. He wasn't at home. It was somekind mix of a hospital and a quite cheep hotel room. "This is some kind of stupid joke", Miguel said inwardly. His eyes sweep back and forth over the room. He took a glance on the celling and noticed the camara right in the corner. "...or maybe it can be one of those freaks from YouTube.. How do they call themselvs? Oh, right! Pranksters," Miguel calmed down. squared his shoulders and decided take another look at his "companion", Fair hair, clear skin, brand clothing... "Is he a part of that new "grown up teenagers"?", the young man raised one of his eyebrows up and pressed his lips together thinking. In coclusion, Miguel's decided that he can trust him yet. He's already made a mistake by yelling at him, now all he needed to do was NOT making a new one.

Cale furrowed his eyebrows a bit at the male, glancing up at the ceiling and taking in the sight of it. Were those star sign constellations on the ceiling? Actually quite nice to look at, but know who the hell this person was and how Cale ended up here were his main priorities. No time to admire the painted ceiling. As the other male tried to get up and failed doing so, Cale couldn’t help but laugh a bit. It was hilarious when it was other people and not him.

His eyebrow quirked at the male’s comment, wondering what the man was going on about new generation kids. How old was this guy? Didn’t seem to look old to him. Yet what happened next had brought a laughter from the blonde male at the sight of the other male jumping off the bed and throwing a stuffed badger plush like it was on fire. “You’re calling me kid? This coming from the guy freaking out over a badger plush?” Cale quickly snipped out, sneering a bit at the male’s aggressive tone. “The name’s Cale, someone who’s as confused as you are.” Just not as strange, Cale thought to himself as the male seemed to be going on about pranksters from youtube and that new generation mumbo jumbo from before. “Well I introduced myself. Now it’s your turn.” He remarked out, gazing over at the male and taking in the sight. Seemed to look like one of those hipsters you saw at school who took drama class or the ones who spent most of their time at star bucks.

Miguel's vein on the forehead was popping out because of anger, while that young dork was making fun of him, but he kept himself in hand. He got his glasses off and put them on his head. "Miguel. Miguel Olivero," he pressed two fingers against his eyebrows and scratched them both with his thumb and index finger. "Now, young man. I have no time to lose. My dear,.." he was heading right to the door and was about to open it, but then sudennly stoped.

"Jane," he whispered with his lips only. His eyes winded and his heartbeat got faster. He just realised that the last thing he remembered was how he sat in taxi in Paris, so it could bring him to his and Jane's lovely apartment that they were renting together for a weekend. On a hunch Miguel pulled the door with all his strength, burning of fear and desire, because he wanted to get back to Jane as soon as possible. Nothing. The door didn't want to open... Miguel turned to Cale and frowned. "How long have you been awake, kid?", Miguel was shorter that his oponnent, but still it did not bother him to call that guy a "kid". He probabbly should be a decade or more younger then him! "What do you remeber? Have you heard anything?", Miguel was nervous, but at the same time he already put on his face the mask of "coldness" which he usually "wore" while he was speaking with strangers. He needed to think. And fast. Questions without answers were rushing through his head. He didn't know where he was, nor for how long,.. "I'm fucked,.." he thoght and inwardly counted to ten.

Cale grinned a bit at the sight of the other male seemingly looking aggravated by his earlier teasing comment. But alas, the male didn’t retort back, unless being called young man by the hipster was one. He tilted his head a bit as the male took his glasses off, placing them on his head and introducing himself fully. The guy seemed familiar, the name didn’t ring a bell at all. “You look like a guy I’ve seen before on those popular magazines. Guess that’s you huh?” he commented, leaning off the door and moving away as the male moved towards it. If the guy was famous, then Cale wouldn’t know much really. He did more traveling and fun than going to see a movie or play.

“Young man? Kid? Are you that old??” he questioned the other male, listening and watching as the male began to seem nervous over some girl’s name. Shrugging his shoulders at the male’s question, he answered, “A few short minutes? I’m as clueless as you to why I’m here, so don’t think I have anything to do with this.” He turned on his heel, walking away from the shorter male to get a better idea of the room. Weird paintings, cool ceiling, badger plushie? Was this some screwy hotel room or something? “Haven’t heard anything. All I remember is leaving my motel and heading out to the clubs.”

It seemed like the young man recognized his face without his lovely pair glasses, that Miguel loved so much. He could not help but smile. "What a ridiculous situation!", he thought and swung his glasses back and forth in his right hand. Without these he was mr. Olivero - rich and famous douche; and with them he transformed into Miguel - a twenty years old hipster, who works in Starbucks on sundays. "Probably," Miguel smirked and put his black "hipster" glasses back on. "Older than you think, ki.. Cale," - Miguel chuckled, meanwhile his face immediately turned serious back. The fair-haired young man found it difficult to call the "blondie" by his name, but they needed to stop joking around. Miguel put his hands behind his back and slowly started to move from one wall to another. He carefully listened to his own steps and for what his "companion in misfortune" told him. "Wait,.. what motel?", Miguel interrupted Cale and knitted his brows, thinking. He tried to find some clues, similarities in what have happened to this little fellow and himself. "Maybe we are talking about the same motel," he said, "You see, the last thing I remember is how I caught a taxi in Paris to meet up with my..." he got embarrassed for a moment, but then finished the sentence, "...fiancée." He smiled and moved on: "So, maybe somebody intentionally brought us here... Maybe it's even one of that motel's rooms, but, God, why? That's rediculous!.."

“Whatever.” Cale scoffed a bit, quirking an eyebrow at the sight of the porcelain doll, which made the room even stranger. It’s not like he really cared if the guy was famous or not. Cale didn’t really care much about that fame stuff. He cared more about traveling and sex basically. As the man called him his name rather than kid almost, he glanced behind his shoulder at the male. “Guess you’re not that ashamed of your age then? You look young, so you shouldn’t be either way.” He commented out, a bit amused by the sight of the male’s serious expression. They should both be serious in situation, shouldn’t they? Cale thought to himself as he watched the other male move from one wall to the other, questioning him about the motel from earlier.

As he listened to the male go on about the motel and fiancé, the idea seemed to fit together a bit…yet this guy’s motel was in Paris. Oh how he wished to have stayed there longer when he went to Paris before. “Gotta throw that theory out the window for you. Because I was leaving a motel in California. Haven’t been to Paris in like two years.” So the hipster was getting married soon? No more fun for the guy then. Cale wasn’t too keen on the idea of being tied down to someone.

Miguel gave a smile with the corners of his lips on Cale's "I don't give a fuck" reaction. He seemed like a guy who wouldn't care about anyone else but himself. However, the fair-haired didn't like to be called famous or celebrity, so it was fine for him as well. Miguel gave a chuckle, when the young one mentioned that he looked younger that he actually was and said: "Don't make that "wrinkle-less" face to fool you. I'm almost forty".

Не felt a little frustrated when Cale has shattered his "theory" in pieces. "California!?.. How the hell does that make sense?!", he asked himself inwardly and scratched his beard. Miguel kept slowly walking around the room, with a frown on his face, when he said: "If only we had a window..." He glanced on a creepy doll that was standing on the corner table and restrained his will to shiver. It looked creepy as hell and didn't match the atmosphere of the regular hotel room at all. Yes, the stuffed badger somehow scared the crap out of him as well, but at least it was cute. Also the blue painting of a naked woman didn't help to feel more cheerful either.

Miguel came closer to the painting and took it off the wall. Nothing. He knocked once to check the sound of it. No, it was just a plain white wall. "We should check then all", he said in calm tone and put the pairing down on the floor, "Maybe we will find something like a hidden window opening." He turned around looking for an object to explore and noticed a door that he didn't pay attention before. "You start here, with this wall. I'm gonna check... That door". Miguel've decided not to wait for the answer and walked towards the mysterious door. He already prepared to find out that it was closed. Fortunately, it wasn't! The room behind the door appeared to be a bathroom. Miguel came closer to a sink and turned one of the taps on. "Well, at least we won't die of thirst," he said quietly and turned the tap off. Somehow, the fact that they have unlimited supply of water make him feel a little better. "I don't know, if we are still in Paris or California", he shouted to Cale, who still was in the opposite part of the room, "but I'm pretty sure we've been locked in a hotel... Any reasons YOU could have been kidnapped, Cale?"

(OCC: what are you thinking of starting a TTW topic with room number 5 soon? ;D)

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