MPC 58X Stuck Inside
Jan 25, 2019 10:26:41 GMT
Post by Juliet and Hackmon on Jan 25, 2019 10:26:41 GMT
MPC: 58X Wild Card - 39 128 Hours
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"What do you mean, I'm stuck?" She impatiently spoke in her shaky Japanese into the little speaker on the wall of the elevator. She came to the office in an attempt to get another freelance job, bringing her art portfolio along which was sitting on her lap. However, now her hands were gripping the folder extremely tightly as sweat began to form upon her brow. The elevator itself was showing that she was hovering just around the 30th floor of the skyscraper and being stuck this high up was immediately setting in signs of panic.
The masculine voice on the other side of the emergency help speak responded, but their voice was completely unable to be understood. It was still Japanese, at least she assumed so, but they had an accent so strange she had never heard before. After speaking for a short time, he hung up, not knowing she had no idea.
Juliet only grew even more unsettled, accepting her fate. Maybe... This wouldn't be so bad. Maybe that was them saying help would come shortly. Slumping back into her chair, she closed her eyes and tried not to think about it. Everything would be okay. Or at least, that is what she kept telling herself. Nobody was going to let her die in the elevator. That would be nonsense... Right?
Two hours later, and Juliet was effectively tired of waiting. Just what was going on? What was taking them so long? She could hear all kinds of noises outside her elevator, a bunch of garbled Japanese that didn't make sense to her through all the echoes and walls between them. It seemed like the workers of the building had finally realized someone was stuck, but that didn't exactly help either. Instead of the peaceful quiet, she was experiencing, now it was a constant rumble of a foreign language she still barely understood even under the best conditions. On top of that, her stomach was beginning to grow restless.
A total of four hours had passed, and Juliet was growing tired of sitting in her chair, starving in this stupid elevator. She reached out to open the emergency intercom once more, desperation on her voice. "Please... I'm scared. Please let me out..." On the verge of tears, Juliet breathed heavily with every word.
The voice from before had returned, and she was still entirely unable to understand him. Yet, there was an audible shift in his tone. Speaking softly, clearly trying to calm her down. Juliet sighed softly, nodding her head as she listened. This was her only access to the outside world, there was no way she was going to complain.
Eight hours had passed, and her stomach's growling was unbearable. On top of that, it was growing much much later in the night. The voice had come back on a short time ago, presumably saying that she was going to be stuck even longer. At this point, Juliet didn't care what they had to say. Whoever was responsible for this was going to get a massive earful whenever she escaped. But for now, her eyes drifted to the backpack on the handles of her wheelchair.
Grunting as she turned around, her back stiff, she grabbed the bag and set it gently on her lap. She always kept quite a few snacks, her bag basically overflowing, but she knew better than to just gorge herself. She didn't know how long she was going to be stuck. Taking her bag, she slowly shifted down onto the floor of the elevator and broke open a bag of chips. Very salty, which would have been bad for her hydration if she didn't also carry a few juice boxes along with her.
Another hour passed, and there was still no hearing from the voice in the speaker. With the lights flickering above her head, Juliet groaned and reached into the backpack once more. For the first time since she had come to Japan, she thanked herself for actually carrying around these heavy blankets on a day where it was simply too hot outside. She was tired, stressed, and hungry, and the only real option at this point was to sleep. Using one blanket as a makeshift pillow, the girl tried her best to adjust with only her arms before covering herself up. It was time to sleep.
When she woke, she didn't have any concept of time. Forgetting her phone at home had previously been a nuisance, but now it was just straight up horrible. She couldn't contact her friends, she couldn't play games or watch videos to pass the time, nothing. After eating a small portion of a chocolate cookie and some more juice, Juliet hugged herself as she listened to the world around her. Soft creaking noises, people's footsteps walking by, the occasional phone ringing in the distance.
Eventually, she grew tired of just doing nothing. She was getting stir crazy and needed something to do with her hands. Propping herself up with the blankets, she broke out her sketch pad and just began to draw. Venting her emotions into physical form, art. It wasn't exactly uncommon for her to draw or paint whenever she grew upset, but now there was simply nothing else to do at all.
An entire day seemed to pass, but she didn't have any real way of knowing. The voice came on, spoke again, quite a few times, but everytime his voice just sounded a bit more desperate. Juliet was stuck, and she knew it. There was no escape, she just had to wait patiently, as best she could. On the plus side, however, Juliet knew her snacks were really the only thing keeping her sane from trying to eat the wheels on her chair.
Day after day seemed to pass, with Juliet's snack supply dwindling, and dozens upon dozens of pages of art scattered across the entire room. By her count, she had seemed to be here an entire four days so far. To be fair to herself, the man on the intercom was constantly trying to talk with her. She didn't understand anything he said, but Juliet responded anyways. However, this time she had something specific to ask.
"Is it possible to... play me some music?" There was silence on the other end, and suddenly a bit of rumbling as people seemed to move around a whole bunch. Eventually, she didn't know how, but they began to play some soft elevator music. She couldn't help but laugh, thanking them quietly before laying back down onto the makeshift bed she had assembled from her blankets.
Another day passed, and Juliet was starting to accept the fact she might be in here for some more time longer. She still had a whole box of brownies stashed into her backpack, but that was about it. In an almost direct parody of her situation, she sarcastically began to hang her pictures onto the walls as best she could. They didn't really stick, but the handle on the inside of the elevator was a good place as any to balance them.
Time meant nothing to her at this point. She had no idea what time it was, how long she had been in here, or even how many times she had gone to bed with simply nothing else to do. However, as she curled up in the blankets one final time, she heard a strange noise. A thumping sound, then a whirring sound, and suddenly the doors began to open up ever so slightly.
She shot up from her position, crawling over to where Juliet could see through the very thin opening. From what she could see, the very bottom of the elevator was just barely low enough to reach the floor below, with the ceiling of that floor being only about a foot above the floor of the elevator. Outside, she could see at least five people in maintenance uniforms, working hard at trying to break her free. It seemed like they were using some kind of wedge to push the door open. Letting out an audible sigh of relief, she sat back and remained out of the way.
Eventually, the door was open far enough that she could see them all with relative ease. And of course, they could see her and her wheelchair, sitting abandoned beside her. She knew right away, there would be no way she was staying in here to wait for her chair. Grunting as she began to move, the door was finally pushed open far enough she could crawl out of it. She would fall, but it seemed like one smart individual was calling for her to crawl out into his arms, where he would catch her. It was better than nothing.
Juliet's arms felt weak from eating almost nothing but junk food, but she managed to crawl out just enough that they could pull her out slowly. One of them, foolishly, tried to set her on her feet and the others just stared at him until he backed away. Chuckling softly, Juliet eventually sat down on the ground, given a bottle of water and a sandwich directly from one of the men's lunches. She still didn't understand any of them speaking, but they were working hard to free her chair now.
She turned aside, looking away as she stared out the windows of the skyscraper. Going home after this just felt strange. The sun was rising, but her internal clock was screaming at her to sleep because of how tired she was. With a sigh, Juliet closed her eyes and rested her head against the wall. She would worry about compensation or anything like that later. For now, all she wanted was the good food in her stomach and a good nap. Perhaps, she might even paint a scene about this later. Still, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she had learned about something about herself.
She was lonely. Hopefully, any of her friends were able to come over today. Juliet needed a good hug right about now after all that.
Word Count: 1,684/1000
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"What do you mean, I'm stuck?" She impatiently spoke in her shaky Japanese into the little speaker on the wall of the elevator. She came to the office in an attempt to get another freelance job, bringing her art portfolio along which was sitting on her lap. However, now her hands were gripping the folder extremely tightly as sweat began to form upon her brow. The elevator itself was showing that she was hovering just around the 30th floor of the skyscraper and being stuck this high up was immediately setting in signs of panic.
The masculine voice on the other side of the emergency help speak responded, but their voice was completely unable to be understood. It was still Japanese, at least she assumed so, but they had an accent so strange she had never heard before. After speaking for a short time, he hung up, not knowing she had no idea.
Juliet only grew even more unsettled, accepting her fate. Maybe... This wouldn't be so bad. Maybe that was them saying help would come shortly. Slumping back into her chair, she closed her eyes and tried not to think about it. Everything would be okay. Or at least, that is what she kept telling herself. Nobody was going to let her die in the elevator. That would be nonsense... Right?
Two hours later, and Juliet was effectively tired of waiting. Just what was going on? What was taking them so long? She could hear all kinds of noises outside her elevator, a bunch of garbled Japanese that didn't make sense to her through all the echoes and walls between them. It seemed like the workers of the building had finally realized someone was stuck, but that didn't exactly help either. Instead of the peaceful quiet, she was experiencing, now it was a constant rumble of a foreign language she still barely understood even under the best conditions. On top of that, her stomach was beginning to grow restless.
A total of four hours had passed, and Juliet was growing tired of sitting in her chair, starving in this stupid elevator. She reached out to open the emergency intercom once more, desperation on her voice. "Please... I'm scared. Please let me out..." On the verge of tears, Juliet breathed heavily with every word.
The voice from before had returned, and she was still entirely unable to understand him. Yet, there was an audible shift in his tone. Speaking softly, clearly trying to calm her down. Juliet sighed softly, nodding her head as she listened. This was her only access to the outside world, there was no way she was going to complain.
Eight hours had passed, and her stomach's growling was unbearable. On top of that, it was growing much much later in the night. The voice had come back on a short time ago, presumably saying that she was going to be stuck even longer. At this point, Juliet didn't care what they had to say. Whoever was responsible for this was going to get a massive earful whenever she escaped. But for now, her eyes drifted to the backpack on the handles of her wheelchair.
Grunting as she turned around, her back stiff, she grabbed the bag and set it gently on her lap. She always kept quite a few snacks, her bag basically overflowing, but she knew better than to just gorge herself. She didn't know how long she was going to be stuck. Taking her bag, she slowly shifted down onto the floor of the elevator and broke open a bag of chips. Very salty, which would have been bad for her hydration if she didn't also carry a few juice boxes along with her.
Another hour passed, and there was still no hearing from the voice in the speaker. With the lights flickering above her head, Juliet groaned and reached into the backpack once more. For the first time since she had come to Japan, she thanked herself for actually carrying around these heavy blankets on a day where it was simply too hot outside. She was tired, stressed, and hungry, and the only real option at this point was to sleep. Using one blanket as a makeshift pillow, the girl tried her best to adjust with only her arms before covering herself up. It was time to sleep.
When she woke, she didn't have any concept of time. Forgetting her phone at home had previously been a nuisance, but now it was just straight up horrible. She couldn't contact her friends, she couldn't play games or watch videos to pass the time, nothing. After eating a small portion of a chocolate cookie and some more juice, Juliet hugged herself as she listened to the world around her. Soft creaking noises, people's footsteps walking by, the occasional phone ringing in the distance.
Eventually, she grew tired of just doing nothing. She was getting stir crazy and needed something to do with her hands. Propping herself up with the blankets, she broke out her sketch pad and just began to draw. Venting her emotions into physical form, art. It wasn't exactly uncommon for her to draw or paint whenever she grew upset, but now there was simply nothing else to do at all.
An entire day seemed to pass, but she didn't have any real way of knowing. The voice came on, spoke again, quite a few times, but everytime his voice just sounded a bit more desperate. Juliet was stuck, and she knew it. There was no escape, she just had to wait patiently, as best she could. On the plus side, however, Juliet knew her snacks were really the only thing keeping her sane from trying to eat the wheels on her chair.
Day after day seemed to pass, with Juliet's snack supply dwindling, and dozens upon dozens of pages of art scattered across the entire room. By her count, she had seemed to be here an entire four days so far. To be fair to herself, the man on the intercom was constantly trying to talk with her. She didn't understand anything he said, but Juliet responded anyways. However, this time she had something specific to ask.
"Is it possible to... play me some music?" There was silence on the other end, and suddenly a bit of rumbling as people seemed to move around a whole bunch. Eventually, she didn't know how, but they began to play some soft elevator music. She couldn't help but laugh, thanking them quietly before laying back down onto the makeshift bed she had assembled from her blankets.
Another day passed, and Juliet was starting to accept the fact she might be in here for some more time longer. She still had a whole box of brownies stashed into her backpack, but that was about it. In an almost direct parody of her situation, she sarcastically began to hang her pictures onto the walls as best she could. They didn't really stick, but the handle on the inside of the elevator was a good place as any to balance them.
Time meant nothing to her at this point. She had no idea what time it was, how long she had been in here, or even how many times she had gone to bed with simply nothing else to do. However, as she curled up in the blankets one final time, she heard a strange noise. A thumping sound, then a whirring sound, and suddenly the doors began to open up ever so slightly.
She shot up from her position, crawling over to where Juliet could see through the very thin opening. From what she could see, the very bottom of the elevator was just barely low enough to reach the floor below, with the ceiling of that floor being only about a foot above the floor of the elevator. Outside, she could see at least five people in maintenance uniforms, working hard at trying to break her free. It seemed like they were using some kind of wedge to push the door open. Letting out an audible sigh of relief, she sat back and remained out of the way.
Eventually, the door was open far enough that she could see them all with relative ease. And of course, they could see her and her wheelchair, sitting abandoned beside her. She knew right away, there would be no way she was staying in here to wait for her chair. Grunting as she began to move, the door was finally pushed open far enough she could crawl out of it. She would fall, but it seemed like one smart individual was calling for her to crawl out into his arms, where he would catch her. It was better than nothing.
Juliet's arms felt weak from eating almost nothing but junk food, but she managed to crawl out just enough that they could pull her out slowly. One of them, foolishly, tried to set her on her feet and the others just stared at him until he backed away. Chuckling softly, Juliet eventually sat down on the ground, given a bottle of water and a sandwich directly from one of the men's lunches. She still didn't understand any of them speaking, but they were working hard to free her chair now.
She turned aside, looking away as she stared out the windows of the skyscraper. Going home after this just felt strange. The sun was rising, but her internal clock was screaming at her to sleep because of how tired she was. With a sigh, Juliet closed her eyes and rested her head against the wall. She would worry about compensation or anything like that later. For now, all she wanted was the good food in her stomach and a good nap. Perhaps, she might even paint a scene about this later. Still, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she had learned about something about herself.
She was lonely. Hopefully, any of her friends were able to come over today. Juliet needed a good hug right about now after all that.
Word Count: 1,684/1000
