Alyeska
Alyeska. Juniper was weary to go at first. But as a couple days passed, things seemed alright. It gave her a small sliver of hope that things would be great and for once they might actually get to enjoy a place they had never been before, that she had never been before. But after the event in the rec room, that all seemed to change drastically. They were all in hell and there was nothing they could do about it apart from torturing each other and turning on each other to fulfill some twisted sick fantasy that T.F. had. Juniper hadn't went to the event, wanting to keep Aisha company and make sure she was safe. So, it was a huge shock come the time T.F. turned the power and water off. The blonde had thought it may have been due to some weather outside, but running rumors about the person torturing them, the urn, Otto's body, and the video proved her otherwise. She cursed herself for not going, not seeing who T.F. might have been behind the makeup. It would have been hard but she was certain that she could have figured it out, had she went. Everyone said it wasn't Trent Foster, that he was made to look like him. But she knew Trent would do that for them to get off his scent. If it wasn't him, then it had to be someone he was related to. All of this had to come from a Foster. It was too similar. Juniper refused to play his game either way. She knew nothing good came out of it. The blonde had had to torture people before for resources. But before she didn't have just herself to survive for. Now she had Aisha too. So her and her fiance made do. They stayed bundled up in clothes, blankets, and each other. They rationed stale cookies that Aisha had stocked up on from the dining hall prior. And for water, as gross as it may have been to others, they took fresh snowfall and let it melt. It wasn't the best, but it helped them survive and made do without having to torture someone or each other in the process. Juniper was tired of playing his games. And if she could help it, she wasn't going to anymore.











