[hr][hr][center][h1][color=8f00ff]Danielle Zatara[/color][/h1][/center][center][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/06593c4abf86b4ec980b7ef00e274508/tumblr_inline_mt58oytDLS1s9zy0y.gif[/img][/center]
[hr][center][color=8f00ff][b]Location: Probably a TV Show’s Set[/b][/color]
[color=8f00ff][b]Interacting With: Everything[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]

The lofty smell of breakfast woke Danielle’s mind. She rose from her back, eyes screwed shut as she stretched, the therapeutic cracks of her bones sending shivers down her spine as she finally opened her eyes, feeling herself sink into a soft mattress as her mind and eyes fully woke.

Danielle suddenly threw herself out of bed, a choked gurgle of surprise escaping her lips as she wrestled off the strangely warm and soft blankets. Despite the bed being inviting, and the room homey, the sudden realisation that this was not her room snatched away any comfort from this place.

Danielle’s legs wobbled in their heels as she struggled to compose herself, before finally regaining her posture, feeling like an absolute mess, but not looking like one. Despite just recently waking up from a stranger’s bed before wrestling with herself off it, her clothes and hair were pristine. Not a strand of hair was out of place, and not a wrinkle was on her ironed shirt. Danielle had no idea what she was so worried about. No one hurt her, she wakes up in a room you expect to see in a magazine detailing pretty stuff she’ll never be able to afford, and an aroma of coffee wafted in the room. [i]”No, no, no,[/i] she repeated feverishly in her mind, nothing about this added up at all. Her eyes lit up as she surveyed the room once more, it was all too pretty. 

The wooden floorboards were polished to a shine, and had an exquisitely made Persian carpet elegantly thrown over it. The room was large, and homey. Paintings of artists she never heard of adorned the walls, the paintings themselves a vivid purple and gold. A sharp contrast to the egg-shell white of the walls. A large bookshelf neatly kept at the end of one of the walls, an artificial fireplace, coffee table. Just clutter everywhere, but it was organised clutter.Just a little bit of everything to make a place feel like home.

What intrigued her most, however,  was the full length window propped on the farthest wall from the door. Danielle could see clearly through the smooth glass, rolling meadows of emerald green grass, the heat of the noonday sun beating down, pooling it’s golden light as in the middle of the shimmering gold sat her mothe-

The scene quickly shifted. The figure was now gone, emptiness took it’s spot as the inky black sky was illuminated by the sickly glow of the moon hanging overhead, yet the room Danielle was in remained bright without any visible light source. The image was now showing her the outside of her humble apartment, splintery door and all. Danielle quickly came to the conclusion that this was a TV, it had to be, even though it was connected to nothing and she couldn’t see a single LED as she pressed her face close to the screen, it just had to be  TV. Hell, she might even be in a TV show. Some sick twisted show with too high of a budget. She could see it now, a hyped up 30 year old trying to act 18 busting in and hollering, “You just got D’ed on!” or whatever the show’s stupid catchphrase was. 

She faced the door, anticipating someone to come through already and they would all have a big laugh and this would be over. But nothing came. Her shoes clacked against the hardwood floor, shattering the silence in the room as she made way to the door, just then she noticed a slip of paper laid on the floor. Danielle bent over and picked it up, her eyes skimming down the letter hoping for an explanation.

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The Grand Hotel and Casino of Saint Epipodius
 
Dear whatever individual(s), 
Welcome to our not-so-humble establishment! Within your rooms you will find everything to make you feel at home, but don't get too comfortable! A meeting in regards to your current kidnappee status will begin at 8PM sharp, in the main foyer. Snacks will be available there, or at your room while you wait.[/color][/i][/h3][hr][hr][/center] 


Her nails dug into the scented paper as she read the swoopy, gold writing. She let out a frustrated grunt as she slipped the note into her pocket, thinking about suing whoever did this for millions. 

Danielle banged open the door, a bit more loudly than she intended, and strode through the threshold. The smell of a hotel hitting her hard and fast as she was left blinking in total confusion in a long, and narrow corridor. 

[color=8f00ff]”Hello?”[/color]