Artemis Ventures Out

Mood: 

Bored

Who: Artemis and Drew
Where: First Floor at the bottom of the stairs.
When: About 12:30pm.

Two days had passed. Two days since she'd been deposited in this room.

It wasn't a bad room, really. Her clothes were neatly in her closet, her camera was on the nightstand, and her cartons of cigarettes had been tucked away into a cupboard. There was even a little bathroom where her makeup had been placed in neat little rows along the vanity.

Two days. Since she'd been blindfolded and been told to wait. Since she'd picked up the phone and been told she could leave.

But she hadn't.

Once Artemis had received the phone call she had promptly taken off the blind fold, walked over to her door, and locked it. Like hell she was going out there right away. Instead she had put on her favourite ratty jeans, her biggest oversized hoodie, and had curled up at the head of the bed with a packet of cigarettes and an ashtray.

Eventually, however, she'd had to get up and open a window less the fire alarms went off. But once she'd done that and emptied the ashes out the window, she hopped right back onto her bed and sat there, taking in the room.

After two days of doing nothing but staring at the ceiling and smoking, she decided she ought to leave. It wasn't like she wasn't curious, she was just... over it. She'd heard people rushing about, heard noises, the wails of despair and peals of laughter. But she just hadn't felt like leaving. Not yet, anyway.

Taking a deep breath, nicotine included, she put out her cigarette and went to the door. She unlocked it, and took her first step out.

There were doors on either side of hers, and one almost across from her too. She was in a long corridor of doors, but if she turned to the left she could see a staircase. Walking towards it, she looked up and down. No one was racing about, and this was probably just as well, or Artemis might have just headed right back into her room. Heading downstairs she entered into a huge room of.. nothing. Nothing but more doors. So many doors. If she turned around in a circle from the bottom of the stairs she could count 10 doors. Somehow, that seemed like far too many.

And then one of the doors opened..

Drew was planning to go out wandering. Which was all fine and good, only he needed coffee to get himself going first. He was feeling his lack of sleep hitting hard again. His body wasn't happy with him, wanting to crash out, not that he was about to let that shit happen. So! Coffee for him. He paused when he shut his door behind himself, and he stared at someone who was clearly a New Chick. He waved. Nope, no internal file system on her. Fuck. That was awesome.

Drew was in kind of a Fuck It mood today, and he tipped her a half-wave half-salute. "Hey, welcome to hell. How's your day?" he asked, in a tone that was cynical if oddly cheerful.

Artemis would have been lying if she said this wasn't at least a little odd. She stared at the guy, then shrugged. "I'm awake." What more was there to say?

Instead she took a few steps into the middle of the room and looked about. "Somehow I imagined hell would be... I don't know. Hotter." Her voice was dry, with almost no expression. Just sort of flat and cynical. Emotionless, but with a hint of sarcasm, if one could be that.

"Most people do." Drew said. "What's your name?" he asked, stepping a little closer though well out of reach. Paranoia and all. It was alive and well this morning.

Artemis was perfectly fine with keeping a nice couple of feet between them. "Artemis," she said, then as a second thought added, "You?"

"Drew." he answered, sort of half eyeing her up and down to assess her. "You bored enough to go wandering around with me?" he asked. He might be able to stay awake longer if he had company, and y'know, the paranoid thing on overdrive didn't hurt either. Nothing to keep you awake like wondering if the person next to you is plotting to eat your eyeballs or something.

Cause you know, Artemis just did that all the time. Sighing she gave a short nod. "Why not. I need a cigarette anyway.."

Besides, Artemis had no idea how to get out of this maze. All these doors.. it really wasn't healthy.

"Did you get here today? How much have you looked around already? What floor are you on?" Drew asked, rattling off questions then waiting for her to answer. And aren't you talkative. I really shouldn't be doing all the talking. I have to do all the talking when I hang out with Rin, but that's because she's got an excuse, she can't talk. And there's Esme, who has trouble with it sometimes, and what the fuck, man. What the fuck.

Artemis just kept walking in a straight line, taking her time to answer. "No. I haven't. And up there." She flicked her eyes to the roof slowly, then back down to the floor.

She wasn't known for being chatty. People would realise that eventually. Conversations with her were sometimes like pulling out teeth. Painful, hard, and not over quick enough.

Drew was getting the her not being really spectacularly talkative. "Up there there's a lot of floors. Wanna be more specific?" he asked. "Whole scads of space up there. Floors full of rooms and other crap. And people. They're everywhere." he continued, wondering if she was high. Because she kind of looked high to him, and possibly slow on the uptake, so maybe she was. Or, maybe she was just like Rebekah, and just seemed high all the time. That could be too.