(Oops sorry for being inactive for a bit there.)
“I’m Cameron Muller,” said the girl aptly named. “But you can call me Cam or Cammie or something along those lines. It’s… nice to meet you two, even though I guess it’s not under the best of circumstances?”
Cam caught a sliver of Sweater Weather through Walter’s earphones and smiled slightly, starting to hum along and bop her head as she got a cup of water from the juice bar. She screwed her face up as soon as she took a sip. God, even the water’s bad.
"Nice to meet you." She said in a soft voice. After the last time, she had PSTD and had a hard time trusting people, but something in her gut just told her she could trust them.
He smiled brightly. "It's nice meeting you too. . ." he pondered his brain for her name but could think of it. He looked at her for a moment, then looked away, messing with his nails. "Umm," he muttered, "what's your name?" He'd never gotten a chance to hear it. He sipped his apple juice in a small attempt to shove down how awkward he had felt in that moment.
He stopped sipping his so-called apple juice and waved his free hand dismissively. "Pfft. I knew that. It's nice meeting you too, Violet." He turned to Cam, "And you as well, Camera." Walnut sat himself down in a seat and made himself comfortable.
"So," he began, "I'm assuming you both have been in an escape room before, correct?" He looked both of them in the eyes in turn. He hoped that he would be with people who at least had some experience. The other ones died too quickly and he had to get out by himself. He pressed his thumb down on the knuckle of each of his fingers, a loud crack released from each one.
Violet nodded, her eyes becoming darker. "I was the only one to survive mine. I'm assuming you guys survived your own as well because that is what I was told." She responded, voice thick with emotion.
He noticed the shift of tone in Violet's eyes and voice. He felt bad for her. She seemed so shaken. "Hey, don't feel bad." He attempted to comfort her, "I was the only one to survive mine too. It's just natural selection, okay?" He didn't know if his words had any effect on her, but he decided to move on to other things. He cleared his throat and promptly switched topics. "Either way, aren't there supposed to be others?" he inquired, "where are they?"
(I love how they have totally different mindsets, he is perfectly fine with the people dying and Violet is like, 'nah bitch')
Cam, who was sipping on her water when she heard her new nickname, coughed slightly and, as a result, managed to get water all over her face. “Ugh, dainty,” she muttered, spitting out the small amount of water that had actually made it into her mouth. She pulled up the hem of her shirt and wiped her face.
Wally looked at both people, still not receiving a response. His brows furrowed slightly and he popped back in his headphones. The turned up the volume slightly higher than before.
"Thanks for the response," he muttered sarcastically and began biting off the dead skin on his lips. He hated it when his lips got chapped. It made his lips feel all wrinkly and wrinkles reminded him of old age. Something that he has deep displeasure of.
he tapped his foot to the beat of his music and looked off into the distance once again.
“Oh, sorry, I was lost in thought a bit.” Cam said after finally finished wiping her face. “I’m not sure when they’ll be coming or who’ll be coming, so I guess we’ll just have to wait.”
She stared at the water for a couple of seconds. “There wouldn’t… happen to be better water around anywhere, would there?” Cam muttered opening the door and sticking her head out, looking along the corridor. She turns back to Violet and Walter. “Are we allowed to leave this room?”
"I don't see why we wouldn't be," Wall-E said zoning back into reality. Walnut walked over to Cammie and leaned in her face. He examined her thoroughly, then lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe a missed water droplet. "You missed a drop," he said, wiping her face. He patted her head and then returned to his seat. "But why are you asking," he smirked, "you trying to escape or something?"
Cam, needless to say, had an odd look on her face, extremely confused by what had just happened. She blinked a couple of times and shook her head, snapping her thoughts back to normal.
“Right. Um. No, no I’m not escaping yet I’m just looking for some water that doesn’t taste terrible. So if we can leave…” she picks up a plastic cup from the juice bar, “I’m gonna go and do that. If anyone else wants some better-tasting water, lets go.”
Walter shrugged. He reached over to a bookbag that he had with him and pulled out his water bottle. He shook it to make sure that he still had water in it. A decent amount. he thought. "Nah, I'm good. You have fun on your adventure, Cam-Cam."
“Cam… Cam?” she muttered softly, walking out the door.
She quickly realised she had no idea where she was going or what she was looking for.
“Okay. Let’s just give left a try. See if I can find a water bubbler or something.”
Violet was surprised the waiting room wasnt part of the escape room, but decided to follow Cammie out. Unbeknownst to the small group, the private airport that they were at, was the escape room and their first challenge was to find drinkable water. Violet heard a small hissing sound come from the vents and frowned. It wasnt that hot that the need for A.C was required, no this wasnt cold air, it was something different.
Cam sniffs the air. “Ew, the pollen filter must be broken. The AC smells gross.”
She lets out three small coughs, trying to get rid of the unfamiliar, sudden tightness in her throat. She rubs the front of her neck absentmindedly whilst looking around. “This airport is… strangely empty, don’t you think?”
Violet coughed and scratched at her throat. "I was told it was a private airport." She said, yet voice growing hoarse. "That's….that's not cool air." She said, coughing
(sorry i’ve been super dead but here’s pax)
Pax stumbled into the airport, found after trying to hide in the bathroom the entire time. Clearing his throat, he noticed how dusty the air was, but he didn’t say anything. “Hello hello hello, ladies and gents, the party has arrived,” he called out, taking a small bow.
Wally poked his head out of the waiting room. "I heard a new voice. Who-" After looking for a little, he noticed Pax. He walked the rest of the way out of the room. "Umm, I'm sorry, I didn't catch a name in that sentence. Who are you? I'm Walter and I accept nicknames." After speaking, he coughed a little and tied a bandana he had with him, over his mouth and nose.
Pax opened his mouth to reply but a series of coughs interrupted him. Holding up a finger, he coughed into his arm until he was done, rubbing his throat. “As I was saying, I’m Pax,” he winked with his good eye and shot finger guns.
Finger guns? Walt thought, _really? He smiled at Pax and said, "It's nice to meet you, Pax." He looked around for a means of a conversation starter. He couldn't really find anything. He sighed and continued to scroll through his phone. He was quickly getting bored and began to toss his head side to side, his hair swishing with each toss.
Cam’s stomach gurgled and she pressed a hand to it. All at once, her survival mode kicked in and her head cleared, focused.
I’ve smelt this before… she thought, and a memory rose to the surface of an old science class.
“Today we’re going to be learning about joint chemicals,” her teacher said. Cameron was excited that day. She loved chemistry. “One of which is called Tytrophendahine. Or Tytro for short. This chemical comes in two forms, a liquid and a gas. The liquid is almost like water, only it has an odd taste. The gas has some oxygen in it, so you can breathe it in easily. If the body is exposed to either of the forms of Tytro by themselves, they’ll be fine. But both of them… is harmful, sometimes lethal.
Cam started feeling dizzy. “Oh God no. Not Tytro,” she said before her eyes rolled back into her head and she slumped to the floor.
(Sorry for the double post, but I just realised I had more to add.)
She coughs, scratching her neck violently on her knees. “Who cough drank the water?”
Walter looked up from his phone and saw Cam on the ground. Walter put his hand on his chin in thought. He looked in her direction and pointed at her. "I mean, to answer your question, you did." He shrugged at her. Walter typically didn't handle medical emergencies. He never really cared to even ask what was wrong. He sighed deeply. These ones seem fit for survival, he thought, so I guess I'll ask.
"What happened anyway?" He put his hands on his hips and tapped his foot a little. He was more annoyed than concerned at this point. He didn't like having to deal with people, he sooner would let them die at his feet. Hence why he survived his escape room alone.
Walking over to the other girl, he crouched down beside her, offering his hand to stand. "You good?" Pax asked, tilting his head. Whatever was in the air, or apparently in the water too was nothing good for their bodies.
"I cough did." Violet answered before bursting into a fit of coughs. "Its star- cough-ted. First challenge. cough cough is ther an antidote?"
Cam smiled at Pax half-heartedly and waved his hand away, still coughing. “I cough think so! cough cough Once again, cough it looks like cough water.” She bursted into yer another coughing fit and when she stopped, her shallow breaths could be heard as the Tytro continued to make its way through her system. Most of the damage had already been done, but Cam still placed her elbow over her nose and mouth so that she inhaled less of the Tytro gas.
She tried to stand but was met with vertigo and nausea, and she had to stop to catch her breath and cough in a squatting position.
Violet was glad that they were at an airport that meant that they each had extra clothes. She ran to her suitcase, well if you could call what she did in her condition a run, and grabbed a scarf from her bag. She wrapped it around her face to help her and gestured for the others to do the same.
