[center][h2]Lucie Valentine[/h2]

[h3]Room 12 - Pool[/h3] [/center]

Nicely furnished as it was, the room provided nothing to take her mind off of the impending call. Pacing around really wasn't helping calm her nerves, surprisingly enough. Her earlier thought about going to see what the rest of them were up to seemed like the best plan. After ducking into the bathroom for a quick glance at the mirror to ascertain that everything was in order, Lucie was as ready as she would ever be to face her fellow inmates. 

The door to her room shut behind her with a satisfying click and she strolled off into the hallway, trying her best to look like she knew exactly what she was up to. However, this was easier said than done for someone who barely knew the layout of the place and currently felt extremely awkward. 

Even so, her feet managed to lead her to the pool, of all places. 

A girl - the foreigner who'd had a shouting match with the tattooed guy earlier, she recalled - seemed to have had the same idea as herself. Lucie wasn't sure of the girl’s name but had the vague notion that it was something exotic. She had been quite outspoken back at the auditorium, unlike Lucie who had sat there too stunned to say much of anything. As interesting a character as this girl undoubtedly was, Lucie's attention was called towards the spectacle unfolding in the pool room. 

A blond guy had rescued someone who'd tried to drown herself, was what she pieced together from the situation. 

Silvery eyes widening in recognition, the French girl raised a disapproving brow. This girl, the drownee, had been escorted to the auditorium along with a couple of others. It wasn't a jump of logic to assume that had been because she'd been uncooperative or done something stupid then as well. Whatever the case was, she had a few choice words for this girl. 

“If it is attention you seek, you should try screaming out loud the next time.” Lucie leaned down an announced in a tone that implied she was imparting the greatest of wisdoms.  

“Or perhaps sing opera at the top of your lungs.” She continued without missing a beat, going so far as to imitate an opera singer in a long and drawn out note. 

“See? Much more pleasant and less troublesome for everyone involved.” 

It was then that she decided to shift her attention towards the rescuer - who she noticed was currently shirtless, as befitting someone who'd been swimming only moments prior. Clearly the only thing left to do in the situation was to very exaggeratedly check the hot guy out and see if he blushed. 

And so she did. 

Lucie crossed her arms across her chest and smirked, waiting to see how the events unfolded from then on. 

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