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[Reever was walking to her room with her beloved soda (she finally found one, to her utmost pleasure) tucked safely in her pant pocket, when a normal one-foot-forward somehow triggered a trap. A noose-- where the hell'd that come from?!-- snapped around her ankle and flipped her upside down in the air in a quick second. Her shriek of surprise could be heard two halls down, really.
She swung like a pendulum, muttering curses at the building as she tucked her dress shirt into her pants to stop showing her stomach. By the time she was done, the entire floor of the hallway had transformed into a water pit.
A frown came on to her face. The still water looked suspiciously simple.
Giving herself up to the fact that she won't be able to have her favorite drink any time soon while she was here, Reever sacrificed her can of lemon soda to the pit. It was torn apart and swallowed by a long jaw of leather and sharp teeth.]
Crocs. Really?