Welcome to Cell C [OPEN]
Characters: Anyone in Cell C
Setting/Location: Cell C
Date & Time: Day Five
Summary: Getting to know you, getting to know all about you...
Cassandra woke up with her eyes closed. This meant she could hear everything. For a moment, she lay there, taking stock of the sounds outside of herself. Strangely, the sounds around her weren't what first brought about the alarm. What truly alarmed her was the absence of a particular sound. What she didn't hear was the sound of a squirrel tapping on the glass of her window. For the past six months, that was the sound that had stirred Cassandra from her sleep every morning, so much that it had become a welcome routine. She had even given the squirrel a name: Evander. Of course, she would deny that to anyone who asked. But she couldn't hear Evander this morning.
Gradually, her other senses started to kick in. She realized that she didn't feel the warmth of her blanket nor the softness of the cot beneath her. The light of day didn't flicker on the other side of her eyelids, the way it was meant to, through the trees outside her room. And there was a smell. It was a dank, dismal smell that reminded her of death and decay.
When she opened her eyes, she saw the rock all around her and let out an audible gasp. She was underground? She hadn't gone to sleep underground. Slowly, Cassandra sat up, her unruly mane of brown curls falling around her shoulders. In the darkness, her unnaturally wide eyes flicked from side to side, absorbing some of the light. Her very first instinct was Tartarus. "Othryoneus?" she whispered quietly in the dark. But no. This wasn't Tartarus. Nor was it the Elsian Fields. And she knew he wasn't there.
Where was she?