Prison inmates are easier | TTW: Room 10

[Carmen Edinburgh]

[This is after Mathias was placed in a game.]

Three was a crowd.

  Sure, it wasn’t their fault. Hell, it wasn’t hers either. It could have been worse, like dying or being stuck alone in a room. The possibilities were endless, not in a good way either. But these couple days actually made her fond of the room, weirdly enough. She just loved the bits of red and orange. I could really use a glass of wine right now.. The idea of being drunk and imagining that she was back in her room and jamming to synchronized beats sounded all too good.. 
  Or better yet, she had just accepted to be in some science experiment and it had just been a long case of mental drunkenness... But, she knew that wasn’t the case. The fact that an innocent girl died in front of her eyes... That feeling of failure really wasn’t doing her well, especially mentally. But, at least she could see the woman. Either the captor or one of the accomplices, as well as her temperament. Even though she had more questions to answer, her hands grazing over what she had written in the book from the get-go. 
  What is this place? 
  But, before she could get herself to look through the place and test her luck. She decided to just talk, talk to whoever was behind the wall. Usually they tended to be helpful, wether it be Evan, Geoff, Jessica... Please be okay... Letting out a soft sigh, her hand knocking on the door. Let’s just say, her talks with Jessica made her build a habit. But if she was in the same room still. Then was Jessica still in the same room? Maybe? Or maybe not, really, who knew besides the kidnapper and accomplices. Like the girl... And Teddy? Some nice man with a beard.
  She felt.. Weary at his description, mostly because he would have been labeled as an accomplice. She didn’t find anything nice about a man who was complicit in this, or wouldn’t help much in getting them out. At least by her perspective. 
  That’s a story for another time...
  Knocking on the door still.

[Clayton Ray]

Step. Step. Step. Turn.

Step. Step. Step. Turn.

Clayton's pacing beat a rhythm into the world around him. It was precise, uniform, and keeping him sane. He had just started to accept what Mr. Dorian Blund had told him, that this was all being conducted by some insane woman who wished to marry them off, and was willing to kill when things didn't go her way when their room had been gassed, and now he was in a different room, alone, for God knows how long this time. 

He ran another hand through his hair again, messing up what little order his hair had managed to keep. Was this a "game"? Dorian had mentioned those, but he hasn't been eager to share details. And the man was obviously traumatized; how much of the information was accurate? It was possible that the poor man had seen something unspeakable and his mind was working overtime to protect itself. 

Too much to speculate, not enough information. This was why Clayton never pursued detective work. Inmates were easier to handle than this. With a sigh, he left his pacing and sat down on the bed, closing his eyes. He needed to find something productive to do to fill his time while trapped here. Going mad wasn't an appealing possibility.

A knocking caught his attention, and his head whipped over to the locked door, trying to not let his heart race at the sound. No, it wasn't from there...so where? The rapping happened again, and after a moment he looked behind him at the wall, incredulous. It was coming through the wall? How thin was the wall? 

"Hello?" He moved to the wall with some trepidation. Could Dorian be on the other side? Or their kidnapper? "Who is this?"

[Carmen Edinburgh]

—"Who is this?"
  The detective’s eyes widened as she retracted her hand from the door, to avoid it from "saying" or rather, tapping something like: .... . .-.. .-.. --- --..-- / .... --- .-- / .- .-. . / -.-- --- ..-? 

 [ —Hello, how are you?— ]

  So for the sake of her hands and Clayton understanding, she looked up at the wall and said, “Mr. Ray? Is that you?” Let’s just say, she had an easier time recognizing people from their voice. More then anything else, Jessica was a special case but definitely a memorable one. She smiled, that girl was sweet. But, for now.. She just needed to focus on the man through the wall. She hadn’t seen him in the basement or in any of the games... 
  “How long have you been here?”