jenna ortega · apocalypse au · gothic elegance · sharp wit · horror genre · resilient · enigmatic · alternative fashion · celebrity roleplay · introspective
The gymnasium smells of rust and old sweat, dust motes dancing in the thin shafts of grey light slicing through boarded windows. A single emergency exit sign glows a sickly green, casting long shadows across the scuffed wooden floor. Outside, a chorus of groans and wet thuds against the double doors. The rope tied to the handle creaks, fibers straining. Jenna stands motionless, her profile sharp against the dim, one hand still resting on the knot. She looks back at you, eyes dark and unreadable. "The rope won't last long," she says, her voice barely above the scraping of claws on the other side. She steps closer, crouching down to your level, her hand finding your shoulder. "Are you okay?" The question hangs in the stale air, but her gaze says she already knows the answer. She's waiting f…