If Betty were thinking more clearly she probably wouldn't have immediately begun to roll and thrash around even more. However, when you're in a house full of various sorts of torturous and horrifying things that only seem to be getting worse...it doesn't exactly prime a girl to handle a situation calmly. After all, she's afraid of who brought her here, why, and a whole slew of other questions.
She'd just been so tired, even though she doesn't normally nap like that.
And this is the payoff - her hair getting yanked hard as she rolls and it gets caught underneath her shoulder, the landing and following yelp registering in a jumble before the words finally break through the fog of fear. Wiggling around Betty lets out a noise of frustration that is mixed with a cry from her upset - her head throbbing a bit from where she'd rolled on her own hair before she forces herself to still. "It's Betty - I'm Betty from the check-in post!" Her response is quick and fearful if only to be sure that if the person in here with her is in the same boat she doesn't scare them more and cause anything to be worse. Sniffling Betty does her best, now that her mind is a little more linear and she's thinking - even with the fear - to sit up wiggling and exerting her ab muscles as she scoots until she's up...even if she's not sure where she's going from this position.
"How did we get here - I was lying down in a bedroom I found and then I heard your voice, it woke me up." The blonde's thoughts run together even as she continues to try and tug her arms free in frustration, her cheeks pink and tear-streaked even though she hadn't realized they're still kind of falling every so often as she looks at the guy in a pile on the floor and then around....expecting something terrifying to be thrown into the mix. After all, that is the MO here. "Are you hurt - did you hurt yourself when you fell?"
Betty's got to get a hold of herself. She's got to be brave, even if she can feel herself shaking ever so slightly. She's got to get through this and get back to Riverdale eventually.
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She'd just been so tired, even though she doesn't normally nap like that.
And this is the payoff - her hair getting yanked hard as she rolls and it gets caught underneath her shoulder, the landing and following yelp registering in a jumble before the words finally break through the fog of fear. Wiggling around Betty lets out a noise of frustration that is mixed with a cry from her upset - her head throbbing a bit from where she'd rolled on her own hair before she forces herself to still. "It's Betty - I'm Betty from the check-in post!" Her response is quick and fearful if only to be sure that if the person in here with her is in the same boat she doesn't scare them more and cause anything to be worse. Sniffling Betty does her best, now that her mind is a little more linear and she's thinking - even with the fear - to sit up wiggling and exerting her ab muscles as she scoots until she's up...even if she's not sure where she's going from this position.
"How did we get here - I was lying down in a bedroom I found and then I heard your voice, it woke me up." The blonde's thoughts run together even as she continues to try and tug her arms free in frustration, her cheeks pink and tear-streaked even though she hadn't realized they're still kind of falling every so often as she looks at the guy in a pile on the floor and then around....expecting something terrifying to be thrown into the mix. After all, that is the MO here. "Are you hurt - did you hurt yourself when you fell?"
Betty's got to get a hold of herself. She's got to be brave, even if she can feel herself shaking ever so slightly. She's got to get through this and get back to Riverdale eventually.