Betty's exhausted. The check in had been a good idea, and she stands by it, but it had also only gone on to prove not only just how much they all had to tackle here in order to get out, but it made the blonde feel completely and utterly terrified at the rather large list of what they'd have to accomplish to get out of this place. And, as an added bonus Betty can't help but feel more alone than she has in a long time. There's no Archie, no Veronica, and...no Jughead.
It's literally just her. Sisters of Quiet mercy had been bad enough with the insanity going on there - having turned into more asylum than home for wayward teens at this point, in her opinion, but this is much, much worse. There she had a plan, a foreseeable way out, and friends on the outside that she knew would eventually try and help her should she fail. Here...who know when or if they'd get out of here.
And wracking her brain, wandering, and everything Betty had been doing was only more draining. That was the entire reason that when she'd found an actual bedroom she'd taken the chance to rest - she hadn't expected anything to wake her - not having run across anyone since the man she woke up with in this place. But Betty's face pinches at the sound gets to her, a voice. Moving to rub at her eyes so that she can see what's going on....well she realizes that she can't, which only leads to her tugging a little harder feeling the panic beginning to rise.
But before she can fully work herself up, or even sit up, someone stumbles over her - body parts that she can't fully pinpoint because her hair has fallen out of the ponytail she'd managed to put it in. "Ouch!" The response is automatic even as the blonde rolls, struggling even more to try and get her arms loose, but it's useless because she's in a straight jacket. "Oh my god....oh god....please don't hurt me - whose here?" Betty's response bounces around because she can't fully wrap her mind around what is happening, but this is something that she's always kind of feared.
It'd been bad enough when they'd held her arms and forced her in to see the Gargoyle king, but waking up here, like this, is ten times worse and there are tears stinging the bright blue eyes - terror from before rising to even higher levels than they'd been. This whole house is dangerous, and who knows what the intention behind the straight jacket is, orw hat's going to happen.
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It's literally just her. Sisters of Quiet mercy had been bad enough with the insanity going on there - having turned into more asylum than home for wayward teens at this point, in her opinion, but this is much, much worse. There she had a plan, a foreseeable way out, and friends on the outside that she knew would eventually try and help her should she fail. Here...who know when or if they'd get out of here.
And wracking her brain, wandering, and everything Betty had been doing was only more draining. That was the entire reason that when she'd found an actual bedroom she'd taken the chance to rest - she hadn't expected anything to wake her - not having run across anyone since the man she woke up with in this place. But Betty's face pinches at the sound gets to her, a voice. Moving to rub at her eyes so that she can see what's going on....well she realizes that she can't, which only leads to her tugging a little harder feeling the panic beginning to rise.
But before she can fully work herself up, or even sit up, someone stumbles over her - body parts that she can't fully pinpoint because her hair has fallen out of the ponytail she'd managed to put it in. "Ouch!" The response is automatic even as the blonde rolls, struggling even more to try and get her arms loose, but it's useless because she's in a straight jacket. "Oh my god....oh god....please don't hurt me - whose here?" Betty's response bounces around because she can't fully wrap her mind around what is happening, but this is something that she's always kind of feared.
It'd been bad enough when they'd held her arms and forced her in to see the Gargoyle king, but waking up here, like this, is ten times worse and there are tears stinging the bright blue eyes - terror from before rising to even higher levels than they'd been. This whole house is dangerous, and who knows what the intention behind the straight jacket is, orw hat's going to happen.