"Puzzles, obviously." She started, laughing lightly and shrugging, "When I wasn't in this prison, I loved going outside, hiking, night skies, all of that…uh, I also like listening to music and, watching adventure and romantic movies." Davina looked over at him and smiled, shrugging again, "I don't really know, anything that keeps me or my brain active. What about you?"
"We'll go on an adventure, when we escape these prison walls!" (Closed)
(I'm sorry it took so long to respond, I had a rough day yesterday)
He rested his chin on his palm, listening to her intently. Once she asked him, he thought for a moment. "Wood carving, I always found it peaceful. Just a pass time. I'm kind of a boring person." He chuckled rubbing his face some. "Not sure what else, just the regular things I guess."
(And for the short response, I didn't sleep well either.)
(It's alright! I get it :) Heads up though, I won't be online at all after 3:00 pm CT tonight, I'll be back tomorrow though!)
Davina nodded, listening with curiosity and smiling, "Hey, you're not boring, I best you have other things you do in your free time." She sat up and propped her arm back on her pillow, still smiling gently even as her stomach growled, "Do you think they'll feed us here? Or are we down to one meal a day? I'm craving a double chocolate brownie right now…which is unusual."
((Alright, I understand!))
Apollo chuckled, a smile resting on his lips. "Well, I can hope." He shrugged, before plopping back. "I hope they feed us, I'm pretty hungry too. And that sounds amazing." He told her rather fondly. "Where would you find one outside of this vile prison?" Apollo questioned, being over dramatic about the situation the two were in.
"Well, there's a place a few hours away we went to when I was young, and their brownies are amazing, but otherwise, my mom makes the best in the city guaranteed." Davina said, closing her eyes and trying to imagine a plate of her mother's brownies with her still growing smile, "I don't think you've ever fully lived until you've had one." She opened her eyes again and glanced at him, studying his face for a moment, "What about you? If you were out of this crappy prison, where would you get one?"
"I'll have to have your mother make me one." He laughed, pulling the mask over his face down. He couldn't help it, never liking anything over his face in the first place. "Personally, I don't have a place to go to get one for my self. I just find one here and there." Apollo told her, stretching out on her bed. "Thought what I really am going to miss, is my aunt's apple pie. Best pie around."
She laughed softly as well, shrugging and relaxing into her bed as well, "How about this, we'll both break out of here or get out someway, and while I try some of your aunt's apple pie, you can have some of my mom's double chocolate brownies. Before these people catch us and bring us back here that is." Davina wasn't going to say anything about her previous attempts to get out of this place voluntarily, but with the thought of getting out on her mind, she would tell him about when she had tried to escape.
"You're positive they would catch us?" Apollo asked with a light laugh. "But it sounds like a plan, there's one problem with it though." He mumbled, looking over to her. "My aunt lives 5 hours away, in the middle of nowhere. It took us forever to get down here, she's such a stubborn lady. She was determined she could get me to feel better without driving out to the doctor."
"Pshh, that's no problem, I can drive us there, I'm sixteen and I have my license too, as long as you got us a vehicle. We can stop by my mom's house first, she lives in the city here, and then go there." Davina said, grinning slightly and finding that his laugh was a sound she definitely wouldn't mind hearing while they were stuck in here, "And no, I'm not positive they would catch us, but I know from experience that they're really good at catching patients who are trying to get out, I can say that confidently."
Surprised at this, he rose his brow. "You've attempted to escape?" He asked, watching the teen girl carefully. He began to study her, really focusing on her. Her messy brown curls, fit perfectly on her, making her stand out. Her dark brown eyes, were a rich shade that made him feel oddly fluttery. The freckles that complimented her face so perfectly, made her look slightly younger than she really was. And those lips, looked more perfect than he would ever think lips could be. His focus seemed to pin in on them, and he just couldn't look away.
A faint blush covered her cheeks and she nodded, confused as to why she was more embarrassed to say that in front of him. Normally it was something she loved to share..though she had only shared it with Sarah, and she had already known before that, "Yeah, last week I tried…twice. They didn't like that, at all." She noticed that Apollo's focus was on her lips and she was confused once again by the fluttery feeling in her stomach. He was really cute she found when she studied his face closely, and his beautiful green eyes had her attention within moments of her eyes flicking to them.
His gaze was still locked on her lips. Those perfectly pink lips, that he seemed strangely addicted to, even if he had only recently seen them. They were just gorgeous, and luscious looking. Without even thinking, he ever so slightly leaned in. But then his thoughts started to catch up to him. 'STOP! What are you doing?!' He yelled at himself, before yanking back and making himself comfortable. Not looking at her. "Maybe we shouldn't try to leave, if they don't really like it." He mumbled, running a hand through his hair.
"But then we'll just be stuck in here, pie and brownie-less." She said with a dramatic sigh, knowing that she might have leaned in slightly as well but trying to hide that fact even as her bright red face gave it away. Davina had been lost in his emerald eyes, amazed at their color and how well they paired with his deep brown, almost black hair. Smiling gently and trying to play off what had happened seemed like the best response, so that's what she did, even though Apollo wasn't looking in her direction anymore.
With a sigh of his own, he nodded gently. "That's true, but we may just be stuck without them anyways. If we know we can't get out, what's exactly the point in trying? I don't want to be a negative Nancy, but I'm just trying to be reasonable here." He shrugged, turning his green gaze to her. He avoided looking at her lips, at every cost. Just looking into her dark brown eyes, with a slight smile. "But I mean, if you really want to, we can give it a shot."
Davina shook her head and shrugged, looking into his eyes in return with the same smile, "We don't have to try right now, but eventually I'm going to try, though I won't make you come with if you are a chicken and think we're going to get caught." There was a slight undertone to her words, echoing her point of trying again eventually and showing that she really meant before this illness most likely killed her. It was something she didn't want to say out loud, especially when she found herself caught watching his lips.
Chuckling, he lowered his gaze to the floor once more. "So you think I'm a chicken now?" He asked, meaning it in a good-natured tone. A warm smile rested on his face, and he looked back up to her. "I'm surprised you'd let me stay, considering I know you would leave now. Wouldn't you be afraid I'd tell on you?" He inquired, trying not to sound as if he really would. He wouldn't dare tell on her, if he wanted to be his friend. He was just being hypothetical. But he wanted to make sure she didn't think that, and if she did, he could make sure he promised not to.
"Maybe I think you're a chicken, and no, I'm not afraid." She replied, a playful grin settling into place on her face, "I don't think you'd tell on me, we're friends. Plus, then you wouldn't get to try the promised brownies." Davina didn't know why, but she had a gut feeling that he wouldn't tell on her if she did follow through with her plan to try to escape. Especially if they went together, which would be much more difficult but much more fun if they succeed.
"Works for me. You can think I'm a chicken all you want." He smirked, and began to hum an upbeat song. "Do you sing?" He asked, completely changing the subject and tapping his foot to the song that played in his head. It had just come to him out of nowhere. He wasn't even sure what it was, it was just a song he had heard before, and was now playing on a loop in his mind.
She listened as he started humming, though had to shake her head at his question and chuckle a little, "No I don't sing, I sound like a dying cat." Laying back on her pillow pile and pulling her blankets over herself, she listened to his humming, actually quite amazed and a fan of it, "Do you sing, chicken?" Her grin returned at her question and she tried to figure out where she had heard the tune from, having a difficult time placing it without the words to accompany.
His humming ceased, and a laugh came. "Not hardly. I hate singing in front of other people." He chuckled, turning to look at her. "Because I'm a chicken, so don't ask." He smirked, yawning and stretching. He was starting to feel crammed and locked up even in this spacious room. He just didn't like having to be put in a room, and having to stay there. It was starting to make him antsy.
"What song was that?" She asked, an easy laugh coming to herself at his responses. Davina could see that he was starting to get antsy, mostly since it was something that happened to herself a lot after being stuck in a room for weeks. It would most likely be several more hours until she couldn't sit still any longer, at least that was her guess based on being stuck in the other hospital room she had been in.
Apollo looked at her, his thoughts vanishing. "Wh- oh. I really have no clue." He shrugged, before bouncing his leg once more. He hadn't even noticed he had been doing it, he couldn't stop himself though. So sliding off the bed, he decided to pace. He counted his steps as he did, only glancing at Davina every now and then. "Where did you grow up?" He asked in a soft mumble. He was never the best with small talk.
"Just west of the city, a little town maybe ten minutes away from here. How about you?" Davina looked over at him as he started pacing, finding herself thinking about getting out of this room already. Her joking question about wanting to leave was actually making her plan out how to leave if she got the chance, and how to get both of them out if Apollo wanted to come with at all.
"Outside of town, pretty far to. My aunt has a house up in the mountains, and climbing up and down that path is a pain you can't describe." He told her, feeling a smile come from all the memories of that house. Everything was blurry, but he knew the basic ideal. "It was a gorgeous view though. I bet you've seen the house. I'll point it out to you if we get out."
She listened intently to what he was saying, nodding and trying to think of any houses she had seen in the mountains. "Is she the one that makes the amazing pie?" She asked, sitting up and sitting cross legged on top of the blankets now just to switch things up and get herself moving around. Any longer sitting in one place and she was fairly certain she would turn into a statue and be stuck there.
"Yup! That's the one, and only." Apollo told her, before dropping to the floor in a sitting position. He was getting bored from his pacing already, after 100 steps, he gave up. So with that, he began to trace random patterns into the floor. "I'll have to make her send us some. If we're going to die, we might as well get something good to eat in the end." He laughed slightly, circling the grooves in the floor.
"That's a good motto." She said, laughing easily and moving so her legs were hanging off of the bed, "What would your perfect last meal be? Along with a piece of the pie and a brownie courtesy of me of course." Davina was surprised that she found herself talking with Apollo so easily, maybe she was just craving the feeling of talking to someone, but she figured she was growing to easily consider him a friend.
Apollo half froze, but not out of panic. He was just thinking about it. So with his decision, he looked up to her and rested his chin on his knee. "Probably some type of Italian dish. I've always had a fascination for the culture and food." He nodded, happy with his response to her question. "What about you? What would you chose?" He asked her, smoothing out the fabric in his sweat pants.
She thought for a minute and laughed, raising her eyebrow, "How detailed do you want my response to be? I may have thought quite a lot about this." It may have been a little but morbid, but thinking about what her dream last meal was something she had thought about quite a lot in her time between Sarah visiting her.
Apollo laughed lightly, looking up to Davina with interest. “I don’t mind listening!” He chirped, pushing you off the ground. “I’d love to hear what you really like, you’re an interesting person.” He complimented, sitting on the edge of his own bed. He tapped his foot, before finishing his thought. “I like hearing about your life, even if we’ve only known each other for, what a day?”