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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[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--!

[she watches him fall down the stairs] Not the graceful type are you?

[Lands on his butt and groans.] Ow...n-not really...

[she scoffs a bit but offers him her hand] You always this beat up looking?

[Takes the hand and nods.] Yeah...It's not completely my fault though.

Getting beat up? You seem the type.

... [He sighs a little.] It's okay though...I'm used to it by now.

You could just fight back, or get a security detail.

...why fight back though? [He is completely serious.] I don't care...as long as they leave my friends alone.

So people get off your ass and start respecting you that's why! Give them shit back and they'll leave you the hell alone. And your friends.

...get off my ass? [Well he knows he is strong and can control gravity and create black holes but he doesn't like to flaunt his power.] ...maybe...

Hell yeah, your ass will be free. You'll see, teach them a lesson and they'll run with their tails between their legs.

...but what does that make me...but a bigger bully?

No it's called self defense.

Ah...I guess I can try it...

Most bullies don't know what to do when the situation is reversed. [she turns and looks at him] Can you fight at all? [she wouldn't believe that he's in the mafia]

...I can, why?

What can ya do? If you're really lame then they might bully you more since they know you're no big threat.

Um... [He is wondering if he should tell her. After a moment he decides he might as well...she wouldn't believe it anyway.]

I...I can control gravity...