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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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[Enma had actually started to explore a little, though he isn't exactly happy about it. The place was creepy...and huge but that doesn't mean he can't at least look right?

Though as he arrives on floor 17 he can't help but to feel shivers before he felt the other run into him and he jumped a foot in the air.] E-Eh?!

[On another couch, using another TV, Karkat overhears the outburst. Bitch, stop talking, he's watching one of his romcoms.]

Did you even put a DVD in? It's not like we're connected to fucking live television here. All you'll get is that fucked up face if you try.

[ How did Edward miss that?

oh baby ]

Look, if this is your idea of a practical joke then you've got a sick sense of humor. [she grabs his wrists to look at his hands] Wait, so that wasn't your bloody hand print on the wall?

How was I supposed to know that! I hate this place and the dumb face on the screen has got to go. I'm not going to let this fucking tower get to me. [she looks over at his television] The hell are you watching?

[Enma has no idea who this girl is or even why she has suddenly grabbed him but he is sure that she seems pissed at him, for some reason.] I...I didn't do anything...I just got here... [He goes quiet for a moment.] What bloody hand print?

You can get out and take my sweatshirt if you want it~

But hiding such a beautiful body would be a shame.

[ John just happened to have gone tumbling down post-collision and he looks up at her from the ground. ]

Uh. Sorry? I wasn't trying to.

Well I guess this means you've learned something new today, chalk that up there in your achievements bank.

[PAY NO ATTENTION TO THE GRAY HORNED PEOPLE HAVING A MOMENT ON HIS SCREEN. Oh shit you already looked. These two characters are on the road to becoming matesprits, but first they must overcome the trials associated with their kismesis crushes and the main character's moirail breaking off their moirallegience because he doesn't feel needed anymore. Y e p. There are funny bits though.]

What I like to watch, is that going to be a major issue here?

I'm sorry-- I didn't mean to do that. I don't really make a lot of noise when I walk.

[This floor was a nightmare. The blood, the screaming, the emptiness brought back memories that he really didn't want to think about. Not now. Not here. But that research library was two floors above this one. He had to go through it to get there, there was no other way.

And then suddenly Santana.]

AGH! I wasn't sneaking up on you! You need to pay attention when you're walking, jeeze!

[Santana thinks that he's lying] Ya huh, sure you just got here. I bet you say that to everyone. You the one bringing people here? You're so small and nonthreatening that no one would suspect you. [she scoffs] That hand print. [she turns and points, there is no hand print]

Oh my god are you dressed up like the characters in that movie? [Yes, she's spoken to a troll before but she refuses to believe that they are another species. All of them are just crazy and now she knows where they got their looks!] That's really lame.

[she turns to him with a smile, she likes this one. Please, keep complimenting her]

Or you can strip down and join me in here. [she swims to the side and lifts herself out of the pool, it's obvious that she's in her bra and panties and not a bathing suit] It'll warm right up.

[she crosses her arms and looks down at him]

bad side. I'm sure you scare people for shits and giggles, but you picked the wrong girl's bad side to get on.

[He is more and more confused by this girl.] E-Eh? I haven't brought anyone...I don't even know who you are... [His voice is rather meek as he looks at her, clearly nervous about what is wrong with her. Though as he looks at the blank wall...he just thinks she's insane.] Um...okay...

Oh it's just you again. [hello ~~friend~~ random girl who Brittany would like] Don't you have anything better to do?

[Oh Hello Ed. Guess who can figure out just how to push your buttons] So sorry, I wasn't looking down, I must have missed you.

[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?

...huh?

The bloody hand print! It's the worst practical joke in the history of practical jokes. At least wait for Halloween moron. [To Santana it's still summer]

[......]

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.

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Floor 17

why did I just describe the plot of a horrible romcom

Floor 17

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1/? sobsob idk

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