towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Santana and whoever she meets
Setting: Various floors
Format: Starting action, will match
Summary: Santana explores
Warnings: Language and attitude

Floor 7
[A swimming pool? Well it was summer when she was taken and hey, she wanted to show off her beach body and go swimming. She stripped off her top and pants, ready to swim in her bra and panties.]

[She was starting to accept the fact that she may be stuck here for a while. Why not make the most of it. Santana lets out an exasperated sigh and dives right in.]

[After a second she breaks the surface] Shit it's cold!

Floor 12
[Santana stands in the middle of the room, staring at the ceiling and occasionally turning around. She had never felt so small and it was starting to get to her.]

[She shakes her head and lays down, looking at the stars for a while longer until she drapes an arm over her eyes] Anytime now creeps! Just send me the hell home, I'm tired of this game!

Floor 14
[Finally a room that she would find back home!]

[She collapses onto one of the beanbag chairs and turns on one of the televisions. A face stares back at her. No matter how much she changes the channel, the face still stares at her.] What the hell! [she turns the TV off and throws the remote across the room] I hate this stupid place! Argh!

Floor 17
[The room is empty.]

[Except for a bloody hand print and the echoes of screams.]

[Santana turns to leave and almost bumps into you, screaming as she almost does so] Don't sneak up on me like that!

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[she looks over at the wall] What the hell! It was right there! I am not crazy.

...I didn't say you were crazy. [Though he was thinking it a little.] ...are you okay?

Oh don't give me that, you gave me the look. [she crosses her arms, not in the I'm so annoyed away but in the I'm holding myself way]

[she speaks a but quieter] I'm fine. [a quick glance around] I'm Santana.

[Enma knows the way she is holding herself...he was a bully magnet all his life and he can tell when someone is nervous or scared.] Sorry...I didn't mean it that way...you startled me.

[Letting out a sigh he gives her a slight bow.] I'm Enma...why don't we leave this floor...it's creepy.

[Sadly, once upon a time ago Santana probably would have been the one bullying him. But things change, she changed.]

[She wouldn't admit it but she was afraid of this place, she was used to being messed with but nothing like this] Enma? Where are you from? And yeah sure [she starts walking towards the door without him] let's get out of here.

[He wouldn't hold it against her...he doesn't really care about being bullied at this point, besides looking like a kicked puppy all the time.]

Ah...Japan...and Italy... [Being a mafia boss does that to you. Quickly he follows her not wanting to be alone here.] Where are you from?

Hmm a foreigner, huh. [she looks like she's considering something but it passes] I'm from America but I'm Latina. Your English is pretty good. [she keeps walking] Where we going?

[Enma isn't sure what the look is for but he quickly looks to the side.] Ah...well...we had to learn it in Japan...though I'm not completely good at it like Adel. [Following he looks around a little curious.] I'm not sure...do you know your way around here?

[she nods along at his explanation, and is still holding herself] No way, this place has like twenty floors, I haven't figured it all out yet but, I get around.

I barely leave my room... [He admits as he watches her, she carries herself like some of the higher up people he knew.] ...Is there a safe place for food?

[Santana has a very confident way of carrying herself, even when she's shaken] There's a cafeteria but there's only ice cream right now. Ugh, I'm going to get fat. As far as I know there's no bad shit there. [and she heads towards the stairs]

[Confidence is not Enma's middle name...so he's a little in awe of how she does it.] I don't mind ice cream... [His voice trails off as he takes the first step and ends up sliding down the stairs on his ass.] AH--!