Where are we? (Tag: Kida)

Kida groaned. Her head throbbed as if someone took a hammer to it. Opening her eyes was a pain too, not because it took too much effort, but because the light made them sting. It was as if she had been simultaneously drunk and high at the same time. She slowly sat up. Last she checked she hadn't had anything to drink. As for being high, there was that one time but that was years ago.

"W-Where?" she rasped out, stopping when she heard how rough her voice sounded.

This room was far too nice. Kida hadn't stayed in a place like this since the last time she visited her father. She wasn't at his house though. She had been at a beach in one of the youth housing developments for backpackers since she was taking a break from her book tour. She shook her head, trying to escape the double vision. She could hear the shower running in the background.

She was here with someone else? Had they decided to share a room or something? It wasn't exactly an uncommon occurrence for her she had shared rooms plenty of times with strangers at the youth centers. The rooms were cheap and typically like dorm settings. Kida frowned. She didn't remember offering, but she also didn't remember being asked. The last thing she remembered was the sun, shining on her face, the warmth of the beach, the smell of the ocean brine, but then things got fuzzy after that. Perhaps this person knew.

So on wobbling feet, she staggered over to the bathroom door. She was surprised she could even do that. Her body felt so heavy. She paused, resting her hand on the doorframe as she tried to catch her breath. Once she thought she was stable, she knocked.

"Excuse me," she called out, her voice was still rough from disuse, "Do you know where we are?"

Celia had gotten out of the shower. She could hear comotion in the other room. Perhaps her roommate had awoken? Celia finished drying herself. Slipping back into her clothing and braiding her still wet hair. Celia wondered what she should do... Was that other girl responsible for this? Celia did not remember coming here. The last thing she remembered was the bar she would visit. Looking into the mirror. Celia felt uneasy. Looking at the door. She could easily lock it. But what would that help?

She found herself to be rather calm in this strange situation. Moving to the door and opening it. Celia for the first time made eyecontact with the other woman. "I wish I did..." She answered the woman. "You don't know?" That worried her. Celia was sure she had just passed out from drinking too much and had ended up at somebody's house... Wasn't the first time that happened..

"No. I don't." she said.

Kida made a soft noise of disapproval in the back of her throat. No matter. They just had to go outside, get their bearings and go their separate ways. But this other woman had no worries. That did not sit right with Kida so she pushed away from the bathroom door and went to the front door. But when she tried the handle, it wouldn't budge. She tried again, this time, throwing her weight against the door, still, it wasn't moving. Maybe they were locked in? In these circumstances, you could call the front desk to be let out. Except upon further inspection of the room, there was no phone either.

"Maybe there's a key somewhere," she murmured, "Would you help me look?"

There were no windows. Just a painting on the wall of the ocean and a monopoly game set up on the table. Maybe there was a key, maybe they had just gotten drunk last night, misplaced the key after they locked themselves in. So she got down on her hands and knees, searching the places where small things like that typically disappeared to. She checked under the bed, under the dressers, and under the couch. Nothing.

"Hey, so uh, what's your name?" Kida asked. "I'm Kida."

She did not know? Celia frowned deeply. How did she not know? It worried her allot. Looking with the girl for a key. They were locked?! She went to the door herself trying it. But failing. Celia widen her eyes. But how? Why?

The other girl found it time to introduce herself. Celia looked at her. Kida. "Eh I'm... Celia.." She suddenly felt really uneasy being her. She moved down to sit against the door. "Why are.. we here?" She asked. "I can't remember that I got here.."

"I don't know."

Kida folded her arms across her chest, frowning deeply but remaining calm for the most part. Wasn't the first time she had been that way, acting calm when she really wasn't. She was a politician's daughter. It was second nature by now. If Celia didn't remember and she didn't remember then there was something screwy going on here. It was odd if one of them got that black out drunk, but if both of them were that way it wasn't a coincidence.

It wouldn't do them any good to both get hysterical. This woman had obviously been level enough to shrug off being in bed with another woman to go shower. But at the prospect of being trapped? Perhaps that wasn't so much in the blonde's cards. But then again, Kida thought she was rooming with someone at a hotel like she usually did. Maybe the other woman thought the same.

"What's the last thing you remember?" Kida asked.

Celia took a deep breath. Why were they trapped in here? It made her think of memories she'd rather forget. Getting lost in her own thoughts. Trying to grasp the reason why she would end up here. But Celia could not find any.. Regaining her mask. Trying to hide the panic. There was no use in panicing anyway. If they were trapped and there was no key.. They wouldn't likely get out anytime soon. Atleast it wasn't such a bad room to be trapped in.

Kida asked her a question in which Celia smirked a bit. "I was out drinking. Just having a fun night." Looking at the female. "For a moment I thought we slept together and I was at your place..Hench why I went to take a shower." She said with a slight grinn. Before clenching her teeth. Getting up again and regaining her posture.

"What is you last memory?" Celia asked.

"Sorry. I don't swing that way. If we slept together, it was just sleeping," she said.

Kida couldn't help a slightly amused smile but it faltered just as quickly. Something was off. True, Celia was dressed like she was going out, but Kida now looking at herself, still had her beachwear. Her sarong, her crop top, shoeless. If Celia was going out to drink, then why would Kida still be in her swimming clothes. She also noted, she didn't feel like she had been in the water. There was no brine smell to her hair. Her skin didn't feel dry from being in the salt water for too long and her skin wasn't warm from soaking up the sun all day like she had planned.

"I was at the beach. I was going to meet some friends." she replied. "I thought we met there, got drunk and decided to share a room to split the cost."

Celia looked at Kida. She didn't swing that way? Well that was a shame. She moved to sit on the bed. The girl was still in her swim wear... It did make it easy to see her beautiful body for what it is. Celia wondered if they'd get different clothes.. Or if they would stick in their old ones.. They would get smelly... No matter how many times they showered. But maybe she could wash her clothes.. ''Gotta love how we both thought something else.. yet somehow similar....You sure you don't swing both ways?'' Celia asked with a teasing smirk.

"Can't say I've looked, but we can worry about that after we get out of here," Kida said.

She looked around the room. It was just a room, a bit nicer than what Kida usually went for which was odd for her. And Celia thought this place belonged to Kida. It certainly did not. Kida hated the game monopoly and when choosing her paintings, she went with commissioned work from young starting artists. Not a famous artwork.

"Maybe we can try to take the pins out of the door?" she suggested. "Wait... is... Is that a camera?"

She gestured to the black device located in the corner of the room. A little light was blinking. It as recording. Struck by a wave of horror, she now knew something was really, really off.

Celia looked over her shoulder. They were being watched. "Well I suppose we cannot just try and escape it seems..." She answered. Looking back at Kida. "This is getting creepier and creepier..." Celia said honestly.

Looking around. There was nothing that could give them freedom..

Kida scrubbed a hand over her face. She began to pace the length of the room. She didn't stay in one place for very long. She liked to move. She liked to see things. She liked to adventure. Keeping her trapped like this was going to be torture for the Greek woman. At least she had company but still... She didn't like the circumstances that they were meeting under.

"We didn't get here on our own." Kida concluded. "Someone is watching us. Someone put us here."

She didn't know what was worse. Passing out drunk and not remembering or not knowing how they got here only to realize someone was watching them. Which meant... She then quickly rushed to the bathroom to check for her feared conclusion.

"Don't tell me there's cameras in the bathroom too." she uttered.

Celia widen her eyes. "I am sure there are now you speak of it..." She answered. When she watched Kida pace some more she felt the fear kick in. Her mask breaking once more.

Celia brought her legs to herself. "I'm scared.." She whispered. Wanting to get out of here.

There wasn't anything that Kida could see, but the cameras could have just have been hidden well. She frowned, coming out of the bathroom. It still made her feel distinctly uncomfortable, knowing that they were being watched. Her expression softened when she saw Celia curled up on the bed.

"Hey, c'mere, it's going to be okay," Kida said.

She carefully sat down on the bed next to Celia. She held her arms open in an open invitation for a hug. They would need each other to get out of this. As much as she hated to admit it, she was pretty much expecting for something like this to happen to her. Her father was a politician. Someone would eventually get fed up with the old man fighting for what was right and try to make him suffer. But Celia, she didn't deserve this.