The Sun Dial.
It had been over ten minutes since Chris had finished the chocolate bar, on his last mouthful, which he had enjoyed immensely and of course made this known to Stephanie who still had not had anything to eat. He crunched up the wrapper into a little ball and threw it up several times, it did not go very high and it id not bounce but it kept Chris's hands in motion until he became bored of the wrapper and subsequently threw it against the opposite wall with a great force, a normal ball with such force would hit with a loud bang and most probably bounce back but this wrapper only just made it to the wall by Stephanie's feet.
Stephanie watched the wrapper land at her feet, the silver paper had once been filled with chocolate and gorged in Chris's disgusting, slimy mouth for her to see and to be jealous of, but she was determined not to let it affect her for she was going to win this money, at this very moment she would rather die then let Chris have the satisfaction of knowing that he had got one over her.
Surprisingly the couple had not spoke yet, each thought that if stuck in a room together they would insult and bite each other's heads off (not literally of course) until their throats were dry and they could not speak no more, but they had stayed quiet, just watching each other, not that there was anything to watch, the two just sat there, backs against the wall, legs stretched forward, Chris had laid his legs out uncaringly although Stephanie wanted to keep her dignity and feminity and kept one leg over the over so not to give Chris any personal eye-candy.
The only light came through the slits in the door and one high window, ironically blocked by iron bars as if the room was a prison, to be honest it was a prison really, one bare room except for one corner where a bucket lay.
You can probably guess what the bucket was for and neither Chris or Steph had dared to use it yet, Stephanie for one was use to clean, glamorous, exquisite bathrooms and it would be against her personal morals and standards to excrete in a bucket, especially against her arch-nemesis Chris Jericho, no, they was no way, she would hold on 24 hours and anyway with the meagre rations they were getting anyway she would hardly need to go at all.
Another five minutes past, as Stephanie watched Chris and then the window, the window was far more pleasant to watch but overall Chris was the only thing in the room to watch so she was constantly glancing over at him, as if her eyes need some kind of stimulation, they could live by just staring at a blank wall all day.
The room had provided them with a few tools, a piece of chalk, paper, pen, she guessed that they wanted them to write some kind of journal whilst they were here, not that they was anything to write about, if she was doing a journal on Chris, it would be like, hour 1, moved leg, hour 2, won the chocolate bar, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, hour 3, played with wrapper…the journal would be idiotic and pointless, she would remember everything that happened, it would not be that hard.
She looked over at the chalk, it was quite small and blunt but would be enough to make some kind of markings on the wall, she then looked over at the window, the sun streaming in through the spaces between the bars casting light beams and shadows on the floor, looking at this an idea hit her and normally she would have dismissed the idea but after being here for what seemed forever, any idea to stimulate her mind with these few materials she would welcome with glee.
Chris stared at the wrapper, wondering whether he should go get it again, but it was right by Stephanie's leg and after winning the chocolate bar he wondered if she might slap him right across the face again, he wasn't sure whether the wrapper was worth the pain…maybe he could go get some of the paper and make an aeroplane…fire it right at Stephanie's face! He laughed to himself at the thought, yes, would be sweet.
Suddenly for the first time, they seemed to be movement inside the cell, Chris watched with interest as Stephanie pulled herself up very slowly (she had been in the same position for over an hour) and grabbed a piece of chalk, she then leant down and began drawing lines on the floor, co in siding with the light on the floor.
Chris felt if they were ever going to speak, this would be as good time as ever, with her drawing weird lines for the ground, maybe this was the first sign that she was going crazy, not that he cared but if she did go crazy, then his life could be risk. Stephanie non- crazy was bad enough.
"Err…what are you doing?" asked Chris in an annoyed tone, he didn't want to sound too interested.
"None of your business." She snapped back, continuing to draw the lines.
"Fine….bitch." Chris mumbled back, resuming his position against the wall.
There was silence between the two again, well apart from the scratching of the chalk, but surprisingly Stephanie spoke, addressing Chris.
"I'm making a sun dial, so we can tell the time and how long we have spent in here."
"Oh right." Chris replied, that was actually a pretty good idea, he would never have thought Steph would think of something like that. "So do you know the time?"
Stephanie took his question seriously and stared at the lines thoughtfully.
"I'm no expert, but I think it's about 3.00."
(It was actually 3.30 so she was only half an hour out.)
Chris sat back against the wall, 3.00 was a major disappointment, it meant he had only been in here for three hours and there was 21 hours to go, 21 hours it sounded like forever and he couldn't go to sleep till it began to dark, he was the kind of person who couldn't sleep unless it was pitch black with no distractions.
"Great." Muttered Chris, he looked over at Stephanie who had now resumed her position against the wall, the sundial supposedly finished.
There was a quiet smirk on her face, as if she had got one over him, he wasn't sure what, maybe it was the fact that he was the one who spoke first, well she didn't have to reply…. thought Chris. She's the one who told him the time, maybe it wasn't even the right time, maybe they'd only been here an hour and she had tricked him, he wouldn't put anything past her, she'd spent her life manipulating and tricking people. Her smirk made him sick.
I hate Stephanie.
I hate Stephanie.
I hate Stephanie.
Chris repeated in his mind.
To be Continued…