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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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[there's a noticeable pause before she starts laughing] I am so sorry. [that you're so short] Is it hard being that small?

[................... WOW. OH MY GOD YOU ARE HORRIBLE HE CAN NOT EVEN. Well, no he can. It's like. UGH IT IS LIKE SHE'S MUSTANG IF MUSTANG WERE A GIRL BUT MAYBE A LITTLE BIT WORSE.

OH. Oh he is fuming. FUMING.]

I'M NOT THAT SMALL.

You're a shrimp and you know it.

[He is going to punch something. HE NEEDS TO PUNCH SOMETHING. A LOT OF THINGS. ALL THE THINGS Ed is seriously trying very, very hard not to deck you right now.]

AGH. Just. Just shut up! I'M NOT A SHRIMP, OR A RUNT OR A PIPSQUEAK. GOT IT?

[He's trying to calm down, but all that does is make him even more aware of the screams on this floor. He swallows a lump in his throat and turns to head out the door, a bit of that furious red color draining from his face.]

Tch, whatever. I'm getting out of here. This place is creepy as hell.

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[Wait, wait, just one more. Then she'll stop]

I'm sure you're fine, they probably can't find you anyway.

[well... she didn't promise that would be the last one]

And if for some reason they were going to eat us they wouldn't choose you! Unless they're on a diet.

Bite me.

[and he storms to the door, holding it open because sometimes he's not an asshole and this place is CREEPY and he wouldn't leave anyone here by themselves.]

You coming or what?

Where and how hard? [She may or may not be kidding]

[And out the door she goes, that place needs to not be visited again]

[PRETENDING HE DIDN'T HEAR THAT. LA LA LA LA LA.

He heads out and closes it behind him, heading up the stairs to the next floor.]

So you do this "be a total bitch" thing with everyone you meet for the first time or is it just me?

[For some reason she follows him. It's probably because he's easy to rile up and she enjoys that.]

No, I'm pretty much a complete bitch 24/7, you get used to it. But if you want to feel particularly special about something other than your miniscule size then by all means, it's just you.

[Yeah, join the club. A lot of people think it's fun to rile him up.]

Damn it, don't call me small. [He continues to storm up the stairs like a toddler throwing a tantrum.] Why the hell are you following me?

[That would be the best club]

I only tell the truth, and the truth hurts. [she shrugs] Maybe I'm just going this way too.

[It sure does. He has first hand experience, but you're not talking about that Truth.]

Really. I think you're going the wrong way. [and he gets to the next floor and pushes the door open. OH RESEARCH LIBRARY HE IS SO GLAD TO SEE YOU.] Unless you were actually going to do some research.

[she scoffs] What's there to research? And no, to answer your question, I wasn't going there. I'm going to the top floor, the one that's kind of like being outside.

What d'you mean "what's there to research"? I'm trying to learn as much as I can about this damn tower so I can get the hell out of here. I don't know about you, but I don't want to stay here any longer than I already have.

[he pauses for a moment, curious] I haven't been further up than this floor, to be honest. I'll have to check that out, I'm pretty sick of being stuck inside.

Look shorty, you and me just got here, right? But other people have been here hella longer and if they don't know anything about how to get out what makes you think you can find anything? [she may have gotten bitched out about this exact topic previously] So please, be my guest, go do your dumb little research and find everything all the others couldn't.

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sensing a wonderful friendship

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