Rubble, Rubble || Earthquake || Ben & Victoria
Victoria had had her fill of food and had stuffed a purse full of extra food. It wasn't anything that would spoil too quickly but it was good and she was going to take advantage of that. She headed towards the exit, but a shake made her pause. What the fuck was that? She glanced around, others had paused too it caught attention so she wasn't imaging anything. But hse shrugged it off, she was going to be leaving anyway. It wasn't worth wasting her time here.
She grabbed her jacket but another vicious shake came before she could even take a step to leave the room. The heels she wore tonight weren't the combat boots she was used to and sometime in the shaking it seemed some idiot's umbrella fell, causing Victoria to step on it, and twist her ankle. "FUCK." The next thing she knew she was on the floor, her ankle throbbing. She didn't know much of what to do in an earthquake but she rolled, tucking herself, careful with her ankle under the couch that was in the room. Well, it was a large love seat. She wasn't sure why it was there- maybe for the guy that was here earlier taking coats or maybe for children to sit on and change? She didn't know and it didn't really cross her mind why it was there, just that she could fit underneath it and nothing would fall on her head. She bit back a cry of pain as she tried to move her ankle, wondering if she'd ever get out from here. She didn't dare move until the shaking stopped... and when it did she wasn't sure if she was going to be able to. But from her vantage point she could see... a whole lot of dust and rubble, and what looked like a piece of the chandelier came skittering past the doorway. But that was it, the small room was lost and she was afraid how long it would take someone to find her...
The shaking stopped and Victoria just waited, there were things fallen around her, that had been on the shelf surrounding, knickknacks mostly. They were shattered, she hadn't put her coat on and it was lying feet from her. She barely grabbed the sleeve and used it to keep glass from getting on her arms as she pulled herself from under the couch, she needed to get her boots off, or at least one of them. Her ankle was already in pain just because of the laces tight against her leg. She sighed once she was out and just lie there, waiting to make sure she wasn't going to have to scurry under the couch again. "Fuck this shit." She muttered against the leather of her jacket.
