#captivitasopen

     In some insane attempt to seek out anything useful in the town, some way out, some way to call for help, Irene had wandered into the woods. Perhaps she wandered too far, because that familiar white light seared her brain, and she woke up back in the town. The crappy town that had trapped her and taken her free will. Incendium. It was almost like hell...

     But she hadn't come back to her apartment, no-- she was outside a small church. There was nothing about this that seemed safe. It screamed danger, creepy, death. The gravestones around the church were dilapidated, falling down, and yet somehow, they were incredibly beautiful. She paused at the edge of the churchyard, and wiped a single, pathetic tear from her face. Hopefully, there was nobody around to see that.

     A few steps forward, and the dominatrix found herself in the doorway of the church.

Logan paced around his room deep in thought. He was starving and although he was sure that no one had spotted him yet he knew that if he waited another few days the only thing they would find would be his body, dead from starvation. On top of that more people were arriving every day and with that came a higher chance of being detected if he were to leave his apartment. As it came down to it Logan knew he had no choice---it was finally time to head out of his apartment and grab some food. 

It was completely silent as he walked down the steps, as was each room that he passed. In fact, even with his heightened senses he couldn't seem to detect anyone in any of the rooms he passes. Either he had misjudged how many people had actually showed up in town or they were all currently away from their apartments. Honestly Logan didn't know which one seemed like the better option.

He finally arrived at the front door and taking a quick peak outside to make sure he couldn't see anyone, stepped outside into the bright light of midday. Walking briskly Logan stayed close to the buildings---peeking in each one until he found the store. He had only just walked through the threshold when he felt the eyes piercing his back. Paranoia was always a possibility but it was only seconds later when Logan caught the person's scent, telling him there was indeed someone else with him. He relaxed his stealth position and sighed heavily.

     After she awoke from the minimal amount of sleep she could survive on, Irene rose from the bed, too hot and still rather shaken up. The sleep had been unsatisfying, and her head was still swimming. She had half expected to wake up in her apartment in Lyon, but instead had awoken in this place. This dreadful place with no noise, no people, no anything. And still, she refused to admit to herself that she was scared.

     Irene looked across the room to the large wardrobe opposite her. Inside it she found some relatively smart clothing-- stuff she hoped would be relatively cool in the heat-- consisting of a black skirt and cream shirt that fit her well enough. Tiptoeing down the stairs in a pair of black pumps she'd found, Irene slid out of the front door in a hurry. There was something creepy about the town, and she was uncomfortable being alone, but the woman was hungry and thirsty and needed a phone at the very least.

     She wandered into the square, looking around her and heading towards the nearby grocery store she'd spotted yesterday, intent on finding a granola bar or something similar.