wolfishsurvivalist | ✖ anxiety attack: 006 ✖ Backdated to Summer Lovin' event ✖

✖ anxiety attack: 006 ✖ Backdated to Summer Lovin' event ✖

[Mika doesn't sleep well most nights. In fact, she can barely sleep at all in unfamiliar places, prone to nightmares and night terror fits. When the sudden shift from her spot on the couch to the bed in the suite, Mika's eyes snap open instantly as she bolts upright and nearly leaps clear off the bed. Yanking the lamp off the bedside table before she was even fully coherent, screaming at nothing as memories of twisted rotting hallways fill her mind.

The last few times she awoke in strange beds left deep scars on her, and it takes her a moment to realize that the hotel room she's in isn't one that haunts her nightmares, and that the room is actually nearly pristine. With her heart thundering in her ears and pounding against her ribcage, Mika looks like a caged animal as she glances around for an exit, only for her wide-eyed stare to lock onto her 'husband.']

Quinn? What the hell is this?!

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[Quinn is wide awake now, staring right back at Mika, sitting up on the bed.

Mika is wearing lingerie and holding a lamp. He's in a tux. And this is one swanky hotel room. Weird.]

H-Hey! I don't know. This must be... maybe this is what the drone guys were all whisperin' about. Somethin' about the hotel.

WHAT?

[There's a lot of teeth exposed with her sudden outbursts, white and flashing as she bristles defensively. The lingerie looks so very strange on Mika, revealing how bony she really is now and much of her exposed skin is covered with scars. She hardly notices the clothes she's in, and she still holds the lamp in a white-knuckled grip, the tension obvious in the way her arm is trembling.

Like she is literally holding herself back from smashing it on something.]

Hey, c'mon now, i-it ain't that bad, right? We ain't dyin' or poisoned or anything...

[He's going to cautiously get up, looking around the room, and taking a look out the window.]

[She huffs loudly, letting out a sharp whine as she looks around at the room for the first time.]

What are we doing here?

[Window is locked, of course. Quinn sighs. He takes off his jacket, and cautiously hands it to Mika.]

By the looks of things, Mayfield seems to think this's date night.

[She goes stiff, staring at the jacket like it's going to bite her before hesitantly reaching out to accept it and put it on.]

Well this is the shittiest way to do it, I think. Why the heck are we in a random hotel room? Out of nowhere? That's kidnapping, not romance!

[She goes quiet as she makes for the door, but isn't surprised when it turns out to be locked.]

Figures. Then again, they've already kidnapped us once, shuffling us around town shouldn't be much worse.

[She leans against the door with her arms crossed, her ears flattened against her scalp and a dark glower setting in.]

They could have at least left me with some real clothes.

Seems like they were tryin' to pretty us up for each other. Though I don't think I ever did a tux any justice. [He takes off the tie and loosens the collar.]

Since when's anythin' this town done with any sense anyway. I mean, you 'n' me are a loving married couple after all, right? We should be grateful for a night away. [He smirks.]

Quinn, I don't think there's anything they could stick me in that could 'pretty me up' at all. And you don't look too bad in the tux. [Her scowl hardly eases up as she only looks more uncomfortable.]

You wouldn't want to be stuck with me forever, trust me. I don't know what they were thinking when they did that. I guess I should be lucky they didn't decide to make me a pet instead.

I don't think it'll be forever, darlin', probably just overnight by the looks of it. We can try 'n' bust our way out, maybe. Or just sleep through it.

I was just talking in general, but I don't feel like staying trapped here.

[She pushes off from the door, going straight for the heaviest piece of furniture she can grab.]

Let's see if we can make our own exit then. [He'll help her lift something if she needs it.]

Glad we're on the same page.

[She picks up a chair easily enough, though her leg goes wobbly when she tries to lift it high enough to throw it at the door. Pausing, her ears flick back and she grumbles low in her throat.]

Will we even be able to break out of here?

Only one way to find out.

How good's your throw, Quinn?

[He smirks, a bit sheepishly.] How good do ya think it is?

Just from looking at you? I think it'll probably be awful.

Doesn't mean I ain't willin' to try, darlin'.

[He stands up straight, cracking his knuckles. BIG TOUGH MAN.] So what're we throwin' at, the door or the window?

[She snorts, shaking her head. FINE QUINN YOU CAN BE MANLY TONIGHT.]

If one doesn't work, we try the other. You go for the windows, I'll try the door?

Alright, works for me.

[He picks up an end table. That ought to do.]

Head's up!

[Swing and a hit! But the table just cracks off the window. Quinn looks disappointed.]

...Shoulda expected that.

All right, well, I apologize but after the last few times I've been trapped in a room, I don't really feel like staying.

[Despite her bad leg she manages to hoist the chair over her head with a snarl to disguise her pain. Throwing it at the door as hard as she could, she stares as it does...absolutely nothing.]

WHAT? WHAT THE SHIT IS THIS?

Told ya they probably want us in here overnight.

[The sound she makes is inhuman, pounding her fists on the door before literally trying to claw at the door frame. She is not giving up without a fight and some property damage from the looks of things.]

H-Hey! Don't hurt yourself. We just gotta ride this out.

If it can get me out of here faster then I don't care!

[Somebody's got entrapment issues...]

It ain't gonna work! Mika... C'mon, just try to relax. Please?

Why does everyone keep saying that? I can't!

[She pounds the door with her fist before pacing like a caged animal, growling beneath her breath as her ears flatten and her tail stiffens.]

Because there ain't anythin' we can do about it right now. Don't go 'n' hurt yourself over it. I don't think they're plannin' on killing us or anything, so...

I don't like being trapped. I can't stand it.

[She makes a painfully unhappy sound, rubbing her face just in case.]

Me neither, darlin', but there ain't much we can do. We should do somethin' to distract ya, keep your mind off it.

[He looks around the room. They didn't leave much in the way of entertainment besides booze.]

[The sound she makes is very distressed, her pacing making her limp more pronounced.]

What could we possibly do? I'm going to go out of my mind if we aren't let out soon.

At this point, all we can do is sit 'n' talk. I think we're safe at least, so... [He sighs, not knowing what else to do.]

[Grudgingly, she sits on the bed, making an extremely unhappy sound like a puppy that's been kicked. Her ears are flattened tight against her scalp, while her tail tucks close to her hip.]

Okay. You can do this! It's nothin'. Just listen--

[And of course, the place is totally quiet.]

No one's dying', no one's goin' crazy, nothin' terrible's happening. If this is what they wanna do this time, so be it. Could be a lot worse, right?

I...

[She looks hesitant, glancing around before her gaze drops to her knees.]

Yeah, I guess so.

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✖ anxiety attack: 006 ✖ Backdated to Summer Lovin' event ✖

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