Room 226, evening

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel had spent the day doing things like laundry, catching up on email, playing with her cat, going to Six Flags and riding El Toro, and reviewing the class offerings at UNLV and Cornell. She was going to have to make a decision very, very soon.

After a trip to town to pick up dinner, at Pizza Planet for a change, Isabel returned to the dorms and went to Wyatt's room.

"I've got dinner. And I think it's your turn to pick the movie tonight," she said as she came through the door.

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[blessed_twice]

"They can try," Wyatt sneered. "But this place seems pretty isolated. And I can always move you someplace else. Unless you decide you're going to be a good girl, of course."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Bite me."

Probably not the best thing to say.

[blessed_twice]

"That'll come later," Wyatt said. "But try this for foreplay." He flicked his hand toward Isabel, sending another blast of TK her way. And wouldn't you know it, that same blast caught the lightbulb, shattering it and plunging the room into darkness.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel flew backwards and landed on her ass. Her hands clenched, nails digging into her palms as she tried not to panic in the darkness. "Bastard," she hissed.

[blessed_twice]

"I'll just leave you here and let you think about your attitude," Wyatt said. "I'll come back later and see if you're learned to be more . . . agreeable."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Don't hold your breath," Isabel replied as she got to her feet, searching the darkness for some clue to wear he was.

[blessed_twice]

"Then you'll just make me get meaner," Wyatt promised. He quietly moved toward Isabel, tracking her by her breathing. When he was close enough, he grabbed hold of her, and before she could react, he brought his mouth down on hers for a hard and demanding kiss. Then he let her go and orbed away.

Pity the door locked from the outside.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Surprised by the grab and the subsequent kiss, Isabel's knee took a second too long to attempt to connect with any sensitive spots and instead wound up kneeing empty air as Wyatt orbed away.

She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, realizing with a half hysterical laugh that the unfortunate facial hair was itchy.

Carefully Isabel edged towards the wall, which would hopefully lead to a door. One she could open so she could get the hell out of the dark.

She wasn't sure how much longer she could keep from panicking.