[indent] [/indent][h3][hr][color=SandyBrown]Pebble Meyers[/color][/h3][hr]
Duncan? The name didn’t ring a bell, only serving to scare Pebs more with the boy’s tone coming across as lackadaisical. Why was he so relaxed? Why was this happening, and why to her? Where she’d been and what she was doing before waking up were blanks in her mind, unhelpful but for fueling her pounding heart. She remembered packing, heading to class, then... nothing.

When ‘Duncan’ continued, though, making movements in the darkness that Pebs struggled to make out, she felt a bit more reassured that he wasn’t the one behind it all. So it was a prank? By someone named ‘Justin?' The name was equally unfamiliar, which set off a new set of alarms in her head. Was Justin the one who kidnapped her, abducting her off the streets? By the way Duncan spoke about Justin, he sounded like a friend, so it seemed unlikely, but what did she know about Justin? If she believed what Duncan said, the situation seemed more like something out of a rom-com movie than real life.

This thought brought a blush to Pebs' face, and for the first time that day she was glad it was dark. Duncan’s next words though—‘Want some light?’—sent her shooting up, hands against the wall behind her to guide her to her feet as the light flashed into existence, momentarily blinding Pebs. 

The room slowly blurred into existence, her eyes finally able to focus and take in her surroundings. Nondescript and bland, the room was unremarkable, complete with a counter, cabinets, and sink on one side and a door on the other. Underfoot was a drain, and overhead was a large vent—two things that seemed out of the ordinary in an otherwise commonplace room, but Pebs was distracted from focusing on these items by the other person in the room.

Duncan, as he’d introduced in the dark, was a boy over a head taller than Pebs, which both surprised and intimidated her. She’d met plenty of tall people in her life, but even amongst the tall, Duncan was tall. His varsity jacket placed him as an athlete of sorts, and Pebs’ mind immediately guessed basketball because, well, basketball. Or volleyball, or, well, nearly any other sport because height was almost always appreciated. Thankfully, he didn’t strike her as a kidnapper because if he was, Pebs probably wouldn’t win the fight.

[color=SandyBrown]“Duncan, right? I’m Pebble. Pebs,”[/color] she said, a nervous tremor in her voice. [color=SandyBrown]“And, um, I-I don't think I've met a Justin in town.”[/color] 

She paused, looking around again, hoping something would register with her, would trigger some bit of memory, but nothing did. [color=SandyBrown]“A-Are you sure Justin would do this?”[/color]
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