[center][color=mediumpurple][h2]Rachel Jones[/h2][/color][/center]
Location: Bedroom-->Vending Machine
Interacting With: [@Utrax]


A man wearing a surgical mask stood above Rachel, her heart was thudding in her ears as he brought the obnoxiously huge needle closer to her restrained arm. [color=crimson]The more you struggle, the more painful this will be for you. So I reccomend you calm down.[/color] The man had an accent though Rachel couldn't put her mind to recognizing its origin. Beads of sweat that had gathered on her forehead began trickling down the sides of her face. Panic soared through her body as she fought against the metal restraints which only resulted in bruising and rubbing her skin. [color=mediumpurple]Please,[/color] Rachel begged with a sob, [color=mediumpurple]Please stop! You can't do this to me! I'm a human being, you can't do this! I'll scream![/color] The man in the mask nodded to two other men in biohazard suits who immediately were at Rachel's side. Somehow she was filled with more panic as they forcefully held her writhing body down. One suited man's gloved hand covered her mouth. A loud buzzer type ringing filled Rachel's ears as more words came from behind the mask, [color=crimson]Ah but darling if you screamed there'd be no one to hear you.[/color] Though she couldn't see his mouth, Rachel was positive behind the mask he wore a sinister grin. A piercing scream escaped her lungs as the the man brought down the syringe. 

Rachel bolted upright in her bed still screaming. Just as suddenly she clasped her own hands over her mouth to silence herself. Her body was drenched in sweat causing the starchy sheets to stick uncomfortably to her legs. [color=mediumpurple]It was just a dream, you're okay. It was only a dream.[/color] Rachel spoke trying to calm her racing heart. Just as the thudding began to die down she realized that the buzzer noise from her dream was real. The alarm on the bedside clock was going off, announcing that it was 8am and time to get up. Rachel somehow mananged to silence the annoying alarm as the intercom came to life giving instructions and bringing Rachel back to reality. Taking a deep breath and sighing deeply, Rachel shakily made her way out of bed and to the bathroom to shower and get ready.

She was pleasantly surprised to find that they had all of her daily products available in the bathroom. After showering she quickly tied the towel around her body while she dried her hair and put on traces of natural looking makeup. No amount of concealer could fully hide the bags under her huge blue-green eyes. Satisfied with her appearance Rachel headed back out to look for clothes, they couldn't be expected to keep living in the same clothing...right? Opening the dresser she gasped as she was greeted by clothing in her style, and all of it new by the looks of it. Rachel internally scolded herself for her extreme dreams. Look at this place, with everything that they had provided for their guests, how could they want to hurt them? 

Rachel decided on a cute and bouncy boho patterned dress that fit just perfectly on her frame along with a pair of strapy sandals. Dressed and presentable Rachel left her room to try to find something to eat before she ran out of time. Down the hall she could smell something coming from the kitchens, but a protest from her stomach indicated that she wouldn't be able to hold down a full meal. Still, hunger was present. 

Down the hall a bit Rachel's eyes fell on a vending machine, with the loner boy from last night lurking nearby it. [i]Might as well start to try to make friends,[/i] Rachel thought to herself as she began walking down the hall to the vending machine and the boy. As she approached, Rachel didn't look at the boy, instead she propped her forearm up against the glass as she closely examined the machine's contents. [color=mediumpurple]Anything good in there?[/color] Rachel asked the stranger, hoping to spark up a conversation and to distract herself from the lurking remenants of the dream that still played through her mind.