Two Sides of the Same Coin

Chapter 7

You wake up early in the morning, blinking your eyes open tiredly and looking around the room. Your tired eyes and exhausted mind take longer than usual to adjust, but when you do, you're not surprised to find yourself in your own room, laying on your own bed, under your own blankets. You sigh softly, throwing the blankets off of yourself and shuffling towards your closet, going through for a new set of clothes and then heading towards the bathroom to take a much needed shower.

You can't help but feel an odd sense of disappointment in being in your own room. When you climbed into Ryan's bed, you knew deep inside that he wouldn't let you stay there, but you still had some hope. You supposed that maybe he was still mad, or maybe he really didn't want anything to do with you... You sighed softly to yourself and finished your shower as quickly as you could, since you weren't sure about water usage for the boys.

You hop out of the shower and get dressed, putting your hair up in a bun and looking at yourself in the full body mirror. With a small shrug at your appearance, you leave your room and head towards the main room. You immediately note that it's oddly quiet, furrowing your eyebrows. You open the door and poke your head into the room, immediately confused again by the lack of people. You enter the room and look around slowly, wondering if maybe they were still sleeping, or if they had gone out drinking or something. You continued into the room with all the other doors that Jack guided you past, and finally reached a door where you hear voices.

You stop, remembering it as the one Jack pointed out to you as their meeting room and listen for a second. "And then we can take a boat and head out to sea for a bit, try to get to open waters and lose the cops. Sound like a plan?" You frown as you realise that they were already planning another heist. Now that you know why Ryan kept disappearing every other week, it basically kills any real reason to doubt his devotion to you. You keep moving, heading into the kitchen and looking around a bit, stumbling upon some alcohol and debating it briefly.

You decide against it, putting it away and getting yourself something to eat, memorising the location just in case. Jack enters the kitchen a few minutes later and says hello, followed by Gavin and then Ryan. As expected, Ryan ignores your entire presence, like you're not even there. You don't wait for anyone else to enter the kitchen, finishing as quickly as you can and exiting the room. You stop briefly in the main room, watching Michael set up the system with Jeremy before moving on quietly, back to your own bedroom.

Actually spending more time in your room allows you to finally notice a small dressing table, with mirrors and makeup and masks, as well as some facepaint. You also find a desk in the corner, with a small stool sat in front of a laptop. You settle down in front of the laptop, opening it up slowly and examining it carefully as it starts up. You're sure that they've restricted some of the things on the device, but at this point you honestly couldn't care less. You hum and click on the only user account that shows up, discovering the lack of password and humming, noting to yourself that you'll have to change that.

You hum quietly to yourself as you set up a couple games on your newly found laptop, discovering that it could hold a lot more stuff than originally anticipated. You glance at the dressing table, wondering idly why the Fakes included it in your room. Did they think you'd need it someday? Doubtful. Maybe it's just there out of habit. You doubt much about this room has changed at all since you were put in here.

While looking around and waiting for your laptop to finish with its objective, you spot a little piece of paper on the table. You get up from the desk and pick up the paper carefully, looking at it curiously. You open the small piece of paper, pausing to take a moment and actually register the words on the paper. "Just Blaze!" it says, with a small rose drawn at the bottom. You can't help but feel a sense of familiarity from the small slip. You set it back down, rubbing your arms as a sudden chill falls upon you. You take a deep breath and look around, realising slowly that there are small pieces of paper with tiny roses all over the place. You decide it's best to leave the papers alone, returning to your desk.