"...psychotic episode..."
As soon as Lorelei heard that, her temper flared up. Because of her dreams, she'd always worried people would think of her as crazy or insane, so terms like "psychotic", when used in relation to her, tended to make her a little upset. Naturally, her words pretty much exploded out of her mouth as she grabbed her clothes and put them on, hiding behind the bed.
"EXCUSE ME? I do not have 'psychotic episodes'! What the shit kind of place is this? You have weird crystal drugs laying around that are sharp enough to cut people, you handcuff people to their beds, people wake up naked, there's a lotta freakin' security guards out there, and-" she stopped, fully dressed, as she turned and spotted the jar on the counter filled with the green-hued liquid form of chemical that 'Scorpion' had gathered and placed. "What the hell is that? It wasn't there a couple minutes ago." She shook her head and turned. "You know what? It doesn't matter. I'm done with this; by now you should've figured out, I'm not dangerous and whatever other questions you needed about whatever it is I didn't do. I'm just gonna find a phone and-" That's where she stopped as a couple realizations hit her.
She turned back and walked over to the bed, sitting down. This time, she was perfectly calm as a wave of hopelessness washed over her. "Oh, shit. I still don't know where I am and if they weren't stolen my ID and all my money are still in my apartment. Even if I could walk out of here, I have nowhere to go and I don't know, well, anybody. I don't even have shoes anymore, just these pajamas. My life is basically over."
As soon as Lorelei heard that, her temper flared up. Because of her dreams, she'd always worried people would think of her as crazy or insane, so terms like "psychotic", when used in relation to her, tended to make her a little upset. Naturally, her words pretty much exploded out of her mouth as she grabbed her clothes and put them on, hiding behind the bed.
"EXCUSE ME? I do not have 'psychotic episodes'! What the shit kind of place is this? You have weird crystal drugs laying around that are sharp enough to cut people, you handcuff people to their beds, people wake up naked, there's a lotta freakin' security guards out there, and-" she stopped, fully dressed, as she turned and spotted the jar on the counter filled with the green-hued liquid form of chemical that 'Scorpion' had gathered and placed. "What the hell is that? It wasn't there a couple minutes ago." She shook her head and turned. "You know what? It doesn't matter. I'm done with this; by now you should've figured out, I'm not dangerous and whatever other questions you needed about whatever it is I didn't do. I'm just gonna find a phone and-" That's where she stopped as a couple realizations hit her.
She turned back and walked over to the bed, sitting down. This time, she was perfectly calm as a wave of hopelessness washed over her. "Oh, shit. I still don't know where I am and if they weren't stolen my ID and all my money are still in my apartment. Even if I could walk out of here, I have nowhere to go and I don't know, well, anybody. I don't even have shoes anymore, just these pajamas. My life is basically over."