[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/Mp9GmbFg/image.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=bc8dbf]Location:[/color][/b] Room 12
[b][color=bc8dbf]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]	Suddenly, Vinnie was awake. 

	Her blue eyes drooped shut and she turned over, burying her face into the pillow. [color=bc8dbf]"Just five more minutes,"[/color] she grumbled. What did she have to do today - was there anything important or pressing? Nothing came to mind. At first, this allowed her to sink back into the bed and enjoy the warmth a little bit longer, having made almost a cocoon out of the blankets. She wanted so desperately to just slip back into unconsciousness, but something was nagging away at her - a little voice in her head that [i]refused[/i] to shut up. 

	She opened her eyes, getting a close up view of the fabric of the pillow. [color=bc8dbf]"Wait a second..."[/color] she muttered, talking to herself. Talking seemed to come just as naturally as breathing - and not talking quietly, either. Her voice was loud and strong. [color=bc8dbf]"Do I have anything to do... ever?"[/color] she then questioned. It was a natural follow up. She couldn't think of anything that she had to do that day. She couldn't think of what her responsibilities were. She didn't know what her job was. All she could remember was her name - [i]Lavinia Grace[/i]. Her nose wrinkled slightly. [i]Vinnie[/i]. That was better. Just Vinnie. [color=bc8dbf]"Do I even have dental?"[/color] Vinnie then asked, feeling her teeth. [color=bc8dbf]"Okay, I probably have dental."[/color]

	The room was so cold and [i]clinical[/i] looking. It instantly made Vinnie sigh slightly, but there was something cool. She loved the way the bed was set into the wall, with the sloping wall. Her mind kept on wanting to look at a million different things at once, but she settled on just reaching out and feeling the wall. She had entirely ignored the nightstand, dresser, and door, completely fixated on the wall. [color=bc8dbf]"Woah. Interior design leaves a lot to be desired but... slopey wall gets a +10,"[/color] she said. She then turned around, looking at the door as if it had a neon [i]OPEN ME![/i] sign. Vinnie rushed forward and pulled it open, finding just a bathroom. 

	[color=bc8dbf]"Is this a hotel?"[/color] she wondered, seeing the built in dispensers in the bathroom. They reminded her of hotels. Underneath the sink though, she found the motherload - free pads! [color=bc8dbf]"Come to mama!"[/color] she exclaimed, grabbing a few and letting out a bit of a happy squeal. It hadn't even occurred to Vinnie yet to be scared. Her ADHD was prompting her to look at everything she could find first - and seeing free feminine hygiene products? That instantly raised her mental opinion of this weird hotel. She stuffed a few of the pads into her bra, wanting to keep them for... when? She didn't really know. Vinnie then looked at herself in the mirror, inspecting her appearance. She had curly dark brown hair, blue eyes, and glasses. Her skin was fair. She did a one eighty and then grinned. [color=bc8dbf]"I've got a rockin' bod."[/color]

	Vinnie spotted the tattoo on her wrist - another clue as to who she was! [color=bc8dbf]"I'm gay! Fabulous!"[/color] she exclaimed. It was a heart with the colors of the pride flag, with an arrow going through it. She made her way out of the bathroom and back into the main room, spotting a polaroid camera sitting there. There weren't any photos near it. There was no clue as to how she got here. Or where here was. The closet was a total bust, just more of the same kind of clothes. She turned as to where she had [i]thought[/i] there'd been another door to try, only to find nothing. 

	[color=bc8dbf]"What the crap?"[/color] she exclaimed, tilting her head. 

	It then fully hit her. 

	[i]I have no memories.[/i]

	[color=bc8dbf]"This isn't a hotel..."[/color] she whispered, the color draining from her face. 

	[i]Who am I?[/i]

	[color=bc8dbf]"HELLOOOOOOOOOO?!?!?! SOMEBODY HELP!!!!"[/color] Vinnie screamed, before she began pounding her wrists on the wall in pure, abject panic.