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balaton[The rich scent of roses was too overpowering for the entire thing to be a dream. Waking up with a full bouquet in your arms tended to drive that fact home. In fact, waking up with an armful of roses was not a bad start to the morning-- or evening, for that matter.
Except that it was hard to tell what time of the day it was, what's with the lack of natural light. Pricking your fingers and bare neck on the thorns took away from the pleasantness, as well.]
Owwwwwwww!
Except that it was hard to tell what time of the day it was, what's with the lack of natural light. Pricking your fingers and bare neck on the thorns took away from the pleasantness, as well.]
Owwwwwwww!
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Date: 2010-09-04 05:23 am (UTC)[He makes a frustrated noise and gets off the bed, heading towards the door.]
Whatever, not like they can keep us here. I'm going to find out whoever's behind this and kick his ass!
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Date: 2010-09-04 05:27 am (UTC)[She starts rifling through the drawers and closet for her regular clothes, or as close to regular Mayfield has given her before, before stopping in her track]
What if it's a trap?
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Date: 2010-09-04 05:32 am (UTC)Hahahaha, like any trap could possibly stop me!
[And with that, he proceeds to try and kick down the door.
BOUNCES OFF LIKE A BOSS.]
. . . the fuck?
[He gets up off the floor and throws his shoulder at the door this time, with the same effect. Then punches it. Then slams his whole body into it. No, it hasn't occurred to him to try the doorknob yet.]
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Date: 2010-09-04 05:36 am (UTC)And why wouldn't it be? The setting is too nice, for one thing. There's food and it's not like they're torturing us in here. Last time, people had their limbs torn off. Maybe that's waiting for us here. Hey, are you even listening?
[...Gets out the frying pan]
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Date: 2010-09-04 05:43 am (UTC)[He snarls, slamming his body into the door over and over again, with absolutely no success.]
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Date: 2010-09-04 05:49 am (UTC)The frying pan handle snaps off.]
We're really trapped!
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Date: 2010-09-04 05:54 am (UTC)Where were you even keep-- [On second thought, he doesn't want to know.]
This doesn't make any sense. Why would they trap us in here? What the hell are we supposed to even be doing?
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Date: 2010-09-04 05:58 am (UTC)[The candles, fluffy pillows, bed curtains, and food almost look like something out of--]
...Ever gone on a date?
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Date: 2010-09-04 06:05 am (UTC)[He glances around, confused.]
Ew, like the awesome me would ever be caught doing that sissy shit! Why?
[Still hasn't gotten it yet. He can be a bit thick sometimes, okay.]
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Date: 2010-09-04 06:15 am (UTC)Why couldn't I have been trapped here with mister Austria?
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Date: 2010-09-04 06:20 am (UTC)[Sits on the bed, too.
Jumps off.]
Oh my god, this room is possessed!