Slamming the flats of his palms against the door, he continued calling out until a sultry female barked at him that it was enough. Slowly turning his head, he watched the woman struggle to leave her bed before being greeted by a homeless man covered in tattoos. "[b]We don't even know if it's morning.[/b]" He groaned before crossing his arms to turn to a youthful brunette, "[b]Good, they should be up. Am I the only one who didn't get the memo? Where the hell are we, huh? Why is no one else freaking out?[/b]" Anxiously pacing about, his eyes bolted around to search for a vent or a secret door - maybe even a hidden window of some sort. Instead, all he could see was the two locked double doors that hadn't even dented. 

The blonde straightened herself up and glared at the older man nestled in a top bunk. "[b]You look tasty.[/b]" Nadia pursed her her lips his way and kissed the air, then let her tongue lather her lips in a thin layer of saliva. Eyes shot to the man and woman, both rather young but she didn't mind in the slightest. They all seemed like they could grow on her as play things, "[b]Oh, pet, this is like a vacation. Why would you ever want to leave? We even have our own beds.[/b]"