More wall neighbors!!! (TTW: with rooms 1 and 3)

Isabelle looked over to where Jane was sleeping, she presumed she must be exhausted from the trauma of the situation. Izzy herself, could not find it in herself to sleep. She found herself twitching towards the camera occasionally and wondering why she had been brought to this place.

It was a small mercy that the room itself was not so dowdy, but the window was small and little light filtered into the room. The meals so far had been above satisfactory, but nothing could dull the unsavoury taste she got in her mouth everytime she took a bite. Someone who had kidnapped her had prepared it and she didn't like that thought.

Izzy sighed and smoothed out her dress from where she sat on the corner sofa. The poor thing was looking less than pristine now and she frowned at it. It wouldn't be long before she was forced to pull out an outfit from the dresser, but the thought of the kidnapper dictating her clothes too, made her shiver. 

Suddenly, Isabelle jolted as a voice crept through the wall beside her. She flicked her gaze towards it and her eyes widened. Dear God, she hoped she wasn't going mad already. She had a Great Aunt who had been driven round the bend, she hoped she was not about to follow in her footsteps. When she began to hope she had imagined it, there it came again.

Isabelle tensed. There was no other way to determine if the voice was indeed real and her captive or someone else trapped here, or her imagination. She would have to respond.

'Hello,' Izzy spoke clearly, she would not appear tentative. 'Who in God's name are you?'

After a moment of silence, Cale was about to give up any hope he had for more neighbors until he heard a voice. A female voice for a matter of fact. "Well seems like guys aren't the only one's getting taken." he remarked to himself in surprise, tilting his head curiously at the wall. At least there was more variety in this damn place. Wherever they were exactly.

"About time you responded!" he remarked, pulling his hand away from the wall as to see he didn't have to tap it anymore. "The name's Cale Tucker. And how about you? Who the hell are you?" Cale asked, yet in a questionable blunt tone. Well if she was going to ask him in that other way, he'd be very much obliged to ask her in his way.

"So got any ideas of why you're here? The others and I have come up wit various reasons sort of." he remarked, leaning his back up against the wall.

The fair-haired guy sweetly slept on a sofa, snuggling with a plush toy and softly snorting, when his partner in misfortune started to check out the wall right next to him. "Calm down, kid," he smiled and said with a big yawn, rolling over on the other side of his body, trying to fall back asleep. "I've already checked that wall and there was no response," he yawned again, but then his mouth stayed slightly opened in shock... He heard the voice. A female one. "A WOMAN," He screamed inwardly in surprise and immediately jumped off the sofa, joining Cale's "wall-leaning session".

"Oh god! Mrs! Are you alright?!" Miguel tried to recognize the voice. He knew the tone instinctively, but couldn't remember the name at first. "I'm Miguel Olivero, and, yes, this is my... neighbour Cale." He sudennly realised that that woman could have a roommate as well, so he asked her: "Mrs, were you there all alone?"

Isabelle recoiled from the wall as it began shouting back and blinked slowly in surprise. It had not been the response she was expecting. So it seemed that there were others in this prison and they were men. She filed away that piece of information in her mind for later inspection, when she was attempting to work out the cause for their kidnapping.

Once Isabelle had gotten over the shock of being addressed so abruptly, she reluctantly gave the man, Cale, her name.

"Duchess Isabelle Blackwood," Izzy responded with her full title, doubting it would have any impact on the men but her family had inspired some loyalty. Besides, it might help to seek out any connections between all of those who had being kidnapped so they could try to work out why they had been taken. "Shall we speak in a more pleasant manner now we are acquainted." It wasn't a question, if he continued to speak to her rudely, she would not engage in further conversation.

Some would argue that was hypocritical, given the way she had spoken to him moments before, but that was when she had thought the voice was in her head. Now she was assured he was very much real, for she would never imagine someone to speak to her in that way, she hoped they would assume a civilized conversation.

"None so far," Isabelle responded, her eyes flicking over to Jane's sleeping form. She could tell him that she had someone else in here with her, she could also divulge that she knew said female but she did not trust the man behind the wall. He could be the kidnapper for all she knew. "How about yourself, Mr Tucker?"

Izzy almost jumped when she heard another voice jump into the conversation, this individual seemed bouncier in her mind and a lot friendlier. Perhaps he would be easier to draw information from.

"Well hello there," Isabelle replied, still finding it odd to talk to someone through a wall. Though this male seemed at least slightly concerned for her safety, she smiled inwardly at his politeness. "I am quite well for the meantime, thank you. How about yourselves?"

Isabelle leaned back into the sofa, realising this conversation may be longer than she initially anticipated. She may aswell assume a more comfortable position. Then Miguel pinpointed the question she had avoided answering earlier. Ah, what to say. Well she could not lie for Jane may awake at any moment. "I am roomed with another woman." She said carefully.

Cale’s eyebrow twitched a bit at the kid remark, but returned a smile to his roommate, muttering “Whatever ya say, hipster.” Only fair since the guy called him kid. He tilted his head at the male’s comments about the wall, shaking his head in response. But before he could say that there was, suddenly Miguel’s expression changed into surprise, as he jumped off of the sofa towards the wall. Wow, that guy could move fast, Cale thought to himself, chuckling lightly in amusement. So their kidnapper’s took females as well? Well didn’t they just like variety…

“A duchess?” How long had this girl been here? Shouldn’t there be cops or whatever finding them now due to her social status? Either this kidnapper was seriously good with covering their tracks or this so called duchess wasn’t an important one. He laughed a bit at her comment, shrugging his shoulders lightly. “Isn’t that a bit hypocritical…? Oh well, as long as we both agree to it.” Cale remarked, glancing at the wall with a light smirk. Though her well mannered speaking did make him cringe just a bit. Almost reminded him of his mother actually, which ultimately cause the blonde male to resist the urge to shudder.

He let out a sigh as the woman mentioned that she had come up with no reasons to why they were here. “Mr. Tucker? Cale is way better…Makes me feel as I’m at school again.” Now that just reminded him of his school now. Yet that didn’t make him have the urge to shudder, since those memories were very much enjoyable. To her question, he then added, “Also the number one reason so far is dealing with wealth and fame, even by association.”
“We’re still sane, and a bit surprised by the sort of nice room and mysterious food showing up.” Cale answered quirking an eyebrow as she mentioned that her roommate was a female. Guess the kidnapper wanted only same sex rooms. That was a little bit odd. "Guess the kidnapper doesn't want different sexes mixing..."

"Wow," Miguel gasped, raising his eyebrows a bit in surprise. By the way she talked, she actually seemed to be a real duchess. However, even if she lied to them, it didn't matter. The good thing was that the woman was fine and nothing could hurt her... for now. "I'm glad to hear that, miss Blackwood," he responded to her and smiled warmly.

Then Miguel shook his head in agreement, accepting Cale's point of view on the “shitty” situation that was happening to them during the last few days - or was it weeks? - of their pahetic existance. He frownd and almost let a groan of despair pass his lips, thinking of that. They had spend so freaking long in these fucking white walls and they still know nothing! Well, almost. Isabelle had mentioned she had another woman paired with her in her room as well. That's something new! Hooray! Such pieces of information raised the spirit and gave Miguel hooks to solve - or try to solve at least - this insane riddle. "So there are two persons of the same sex in every room. So far it is six of them,.. or is it? How many rooms this building has? Three? Ten? THOUSANDS? No, there can't be more. The police can't ignore the fact of so many people dissapearing. Besides this kidnapper should be a master in covering his tracks then, because he had abducted so many famous people", he talked with himself inwardly.

"Well, thankfully at least he doesn't think of us like of some kind of experimental models for the reproduction of high-born children!" he stifled a chuckle and rolled his eyes a bit. Yeah, right. That douchebag, who had kindnapped them all just couldn't be that sane. He wasn't doing this for money, it was something deeper. The fair-haired frowned and started his thinking process up once again by asking the duchess some more questions: "Miss Blackwood, may I ask you how does your room look like? How long do you think you have you been looked?" He didn't ask anything about her roommate yet, because that was just the question of time. Sooner or later she will join their conversation as well.