Cleo a laissé sa main sur le mur pour avoir au moins un peu de guidage pendant qu'elle marchait à travers les couloirs sombres de terrain, alors qu'elle s'arrêtait soudainement. Ce mur n'était pas fait de ciment lisse ou de briques. C'était plus comme... des débris empilés. Pendant un moment, elle se demande pourquoi il y a des débris empilés au lieu d'un mur solide. Il doit y avoir une raison.
Tout comme elle envisageait d'utiliser la lumière d'écran de son téléphone pour mieux regarder le « mur », elle entendait une voix, non loin d'elle. Cléopâtre s'est tendue et n'a pas bougé, sa main toujours sur le "mur" et ne respirait pas. Elle ne pouvait distinguer trois personnes qu'à quelques pas d'elle. Une lumière venant d'un téléphone a été allumée. Un téléphone.
La voix était masculine. Et selon ses mots, il était juste coincé ici, exactement comme elle. Il y en avait d'autres? Avaient-ils le même téléphone avec le même texto et le même bandage sur leur bras?
La deuxième voix pour parler était une femme, et encore une fois, cela sonnait plutôt comme si elle était aussi piégée dans cet endroit sombre. Cleo n'était pas sûr si l'un d'eux jouait seulement la victime, mais plutôt le kidnappeur ou celui qui a envoyé ce message.
Elle pouvait se tenir debout et espérer ne pas avoir été vue par ces gens ou elle pouvait s'approcher d'eux. La troisième option, en partant, était déjà sortie comme Cleo ne ferait pas ça. Elle ne savait même pas où elle était et par sa chance elle était déjà perdue et ne retrouverait même pas la chambre où elle s'est réveillée.
Avec la hache dans sa main serrée, elle était prête à la soulever chaque fois que quelqu'un l'attaquait. Savoir assez de moyens pour se défendre, elle ne pensait pas qu'abaisser la hache quand elle s'est approchée lui donnerait moins de chances de sortir comme vainqueur dans un combat possible. Après tout balancer une hache terne d'en haut n'était pas le seul moyen d'obtenir une frappe sur l'ennemi. Et avec la hache baissée, elle avait moins de chances de ressembler à un meurtrier fou.
La fille s'est préparée pour toute attaque et a parlé. "Bonjour?" Elle n'a pas encore osé se rapprocher. "Je m'appelle Cleo et je suis coincé ici. Je suis confus et d'après ce que j'ai entendu - je suis désolé d'ailleurs - vous n'êtes que des victimes piégées dans cette situation étrange et irréelle. »
Name: "Cleo" (Cleopatra Stardust Hasting)
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Better known looking like this.

Now she rather goes like this and hopes nobody will recognize her.
Personality: Emotional, easily hurt, very naive, desperately seeking for love, confident, brave
Backstory: Cleo was born to an old, rich family. Everybody knows the last name Hasting. Her family was one of the left over royals, that had made it through the centuries. Her mother Linda was a strict woman, who cared the most about image and popularity. She was a famous model, pictures of her were everywhere around the world. Her father Hoziar Hasting IV was a crazy scientist. Crazy indeed. He believed that all of them were in dear danger at all times, being asked why he thought that, he would flip and yell the "obvious" dangers in the world to their family. He was a loving father nevertheless - that is when he was home. He worked almost 24/7 on some projects he never talked about. Still Cleo loved him dearly. He taught her how to play chess and sometimes he would let her win.
Being protective as much as he could, he ordered that his little princess would learn defense and offense of any kind from a young age on. So Cleo learn how to fight and protect herself. When she reached the age of 8, her father taught her how to use several different guns and their bonding time would be whenever he got the chance to give it a few shots with his daughter.

Her mother on the other side was too focused on the image her only daughter would throw onto the family. As soon as the girl could walk, she put her in any class she found "presentable". And so Cleo learnt how to dance and do arts and she had music class where she would be taught several intruments and singing. Karate class, gymnastic and swim class were on the list too. And nothing less but perfection was acceptable.
The girl was very lonely, she didn't get to go out to play and make friends at all. Whenever her mother decided to step out with her tons of cameras appeared, and their desitnation was always either a shopping ceter, a spa or another of her classes.
Cleopatra was home schooled and received top grades, since nothing less was acceptable.
But that trapped her in the house while others went to catch the bus and talk with friends on the ride. She never had time to make any friends. She did meet some other kids in swim class and dance class, but was never able to meet up with them outside the classroom.
As a lonely child she came up with imaginary friends, until her mother caught her talking to "ghosts" and told her she would curse the house.
Several years later, when Cleo reached the age of 12, her father had one of his bad phases again. Thinking any minute the world would turn back into a jungle full of wild animals, he got someone to teach Cleopatra survival training. The young girl protested hard, but like always she had no say.
Cleo has been all up on the news and magazines since her birth. Wanting to change that, she left her family and went out on her own.
That was a few months back from now. Cleopatra changed her hair to a darker brown, she changed her whole appearance, named herself Cleo instead of Cleopatra and tried to live as a free woman. She worked at a ice cream shop, that served beverages and fish & chips as well. (Okaaaay.) She screwed up the first 15 days and the first 30 meals. But now she got the hang of it. (Dad should've taught me that instead!)
Talents: Duo to her intense training and classes, she is almost unbeatable to everything physical. On the other side of the table, she is not a great thinker and not good with words either. She has average knowledge, but maths and logic, even problem solving is hard for her. She is not afraid to attampt any kind of physical competition, she is confident about that. She is fast, silent on her toes and has great balance. Cleo is not afraid of highs at all, but she's very afraid of rejection - she wants to make friends badly.
Other: Cleo is bisexual, but had no experience in love yet whatsoever. And she still thinks she is straight. Cleo craves love and physical contact very much, since she had almost none all her life. (To her name: Cleopatra does not like her name. Her mother named her after Cleopatra, because she hoped the girl would turn out to be like her. Her father named her Stardust, because he was obsessed with astronomy when she was born. Cleo thinks that both are two very stupid reasons to name their child that, but she can't control that. Sadly.)