(OOC: Oy, stuck w/ doing a midnight entry, what joy....and funny enough how it goes along w/ my namesake, yah? Lol, but on an apologetic sidenote, while going w/ the flow and pretending I was there the whole time would be...easy...I'd lose my mind, that I would...so here's a somethin a little...uh, blah? Sure, let's go w/ that >.> By the way, italics = thoughts)
The sounds of gunfire breached through Levi's dreamy reality, stirring the woman into a semblance of consciousness. Her mind woke first, Levi's pillow feeling nothing like her own. The air held a musty cool, AC steadily blowing in from the mildew filled conduit. Her anxieties mixed with her curiosity, Levi slowly tuning into the noise of the world around her. The woman could identify gunshots and a few roars, the melee sounding far from inviting.
Sh*t...
Levi sighed, fluttering her eyelids. Greeted by the shadows and poor lighting, she closed her eyes tightly, the dim light a bother to her eyes. “Ay dios mio...” A wave of nausea followed her words, Levi resting her fingers over her forehead in an attempt to ride out the sickness. Once sure the contents of her insides wouldn't decorate the drab grey cell, she inhaled, propelling herself off the twin bed and onto the floor.
Levi collapsed almost immediately, vertigo instantaneous. She sneered from the ground, cheek against the cold grey cement. Grey eyes in deep contemplation, she drummed a beat against the floor, beyond bewildered. “What...the f*ck...” She mumbled to herself, her voice a small comfort in the claustrophobic room. “How'd I get...hmm...” A brief image entered her mind, her last memory before the sedative worked its magic. Her eyes widened. “....Oh crap...well,” She got onto a knee, the room swirling before her. Grinding her teeth, she closed her eyes. “...This can't be good.”
Forcing herself to not to faint, Levi found a balance, getting to her feet. She toyed with a silver cross around her neck, creating a hypothesis. Drugged out completely...rohypnol? No, I wouldn't have recalled the night before. Someone went through the trouble of drugging me and I awake in a cell. Rape...? Levi paused by a freshly pressed STARS uniform, scanning her body for any signs of bruising, any odd feelings between the legs. After a moment, she shook her head, reluctantly easing into the only clothing available. Not likely...then what?
Levi's eyes skimmed over the contents of the worn wooden dresser in the room. A sense of disappointment came from the items. Her kidnapper left her with a torchlight, small enough to fit in her pocket, powerful enough to serve its use. Along with the light came a stiletto, an argentine key card, and a standard issue Beretta handgun.
“Joy and f*cking rapture...” Levi resisted the temptation to throw the gun to the floor. She preferred magnums to the pissy Beretta handguns. The only advantage she could find with the latter was a larger clip size. How much do these things hold again? She lodged one of three clips inside the handgun chamber, adjusting to the feeling of the weapon in her hand. A mock frown formed. “Wish I had my rifle...and an MP3 player.” Levi grinned from the emergence of her side thought. The young woman pocketed the remaining clips, taking up the key card in the process.
Exhaling, Levi pressed her ear to the door, listening intently to the sounds outside, struggling to identify the abnormal growls and roars outside the room. Extremely perturbed at her suspicions, she gulped, sliding the key card down its slot. The whirs and gears opening the door did little to calm her fears.
“Alrighty then, round one...” Levi shouldered open the door, bursting into the hall. She held her Beretta leveled, the torch illuminating the seedy hall. Spotting the chaos down the hall and the Umbrella logo beneath her feet, Levi guessed her day wouldn't be as superb as she'd dubbed it hours ago. Great, yes, just great, bloody marvelous.... She swore repeatedly in her mind, beginning methodically down the blood covered hall to the overly tall men ahead of her. Levi smirked. Crocodiles, doggies, Umbrella, oh my...
Turning off her flashlight, Levi hastily pocketed the torch, broad smile in play. She tapped the chamber of her gun to the side of her head, eyes glowing mischievously. “Yo chicos...guess we were invited to a party of sorts?” Nudging a corpse with the tip of her foot, Levi quirked a brow. She forced back a shudder, only able to hope she was still sleeping, caught up in a hectic reverie. Because if I'm not experiencing a chimera, it would make the stories true... “By the way, name's Levi for short...and an escape map sounds a wee bit suspicious...”
(OOC: sorta long, sorta not. How much DOES a beretta hold? And I hope 'torch' meant flashlight. And goo'nite...)