Panic Room.
Everyone enjoys a competition-right?
"Come what is the task?" Stephanie asked impatiently again, as Chris continued to scroll down the piece of paper.
"They want us to paint." Chris said in an annoyed voice. "Of all the things, painting! Hey, that sounds exciting!" Chris said sarcastically, grudgingly passing the paper to Steph to which she decided (just to make it clear to the both of them) to read it out.
Dear Chris and Stephanie.
To pass the time in the next two hours you have been assigned a task by the producers of the show.
"Show! What do they mean show?" asked Chris angrily. "Are we being watched?"
"Chris just let me finish Okay?"
"Fine, I can't believe our stupid this is, we don't need a task, we aint on Big Brother!" shouted Chris into the room. Stephanie wasn't 100% sure who he was talking too, since it was too loud for her but she decided to ignore his outbursts and continued reading aloud.
Your task is that individually you have to paint one side of the room each, one side has to coincide with a heaven theme and the other side to coincide with a hell theme. You have to decide between yourself who does which theme.
You will be provided with a variety of different paints, which you must use.
You have to paint the whole wall within two hours and you are in competition with each other.
The person who produces the best wall, will receive £100 from the other person's winnings.
It will be judged when you leave the Panic Room.
"Is that it then?" asked Chris, hands on hips.
"Yep, that's it, I guess." She replied, she looked around the room. It was a square, which meant that each wall was the same size so no advantage there. No wonder they chose this task.
"Well this is just great, isn't it, could painting be anymore gay."
"Well you would know," snapped back Stephanie, she is getting increasingly annoyed with his negative attitude.
"Awww, the claws are out again I see."
"Look Chris, just decide what you would you look like to do, heaven or hell?"
"Well I don't want to do heaven, painting pixy angels and happy clouds with God smiling at everyone."
"So its hell then?"
"I guess so." He said, he didn't want to either really but he always like the colour red so I guess that was something. "Hey, that means I can draw you in it."
"Your catty remarks just keep getting better and better, don't they." She said sarcastically.
"Your just mad cause you can't beat them." Laughed Chris, walking over towards his supposedly assigned wall. He put his hands on the black stone, imagining the painting he would draw, basically a lot of red paint splashed about. He didn't imagine Stephanie to be a great artist so he didn't need to do much to win. He began thinking about where the hell the paint was and almost on que, a small panel opened up in the steel entrance door and about a dozen cans of paint were passed through along with an egg timer, she began ticking as soon as it entered the room.
"I guess our two hours start now." Muttered Stephanie.
The two have them, walked hurriedly towards the paint, trying to prize them open. Two hours was certainingly not long in an artist's world.
"I'm taking the red." He said, snatching the red can away.
"Oh no! I needed that for all the burning fires in heaven!"
"You might need it you know."
"I think Ill be fine with the white and blue." She replied, giving him a fake smile before grabbing the cans, roller and paintbrush.
"You'd think we'd be getting more money for this, £100 is nothing."
"Well it will be ever more satisfying coming from your winnings." Joked Stephanie as she started her wall, smearing a long roll of white down the wall.
"Consider yourself an artist then Miss McMahon?"
"Your just have to wait and see."
"Oh I will, Ill be the first to gloat when they pronounce me the winner."
"Chris, if you want to increase that probability to 100/1 you better start painting because two hours isn't very long."
"Just watch the master at work," proclaimed Chris as he turned away from Stephanie's smirking face and began his supposedly masterpiece.
It seems the games have began.
Thirty minutes had gone by and the only sound that had been heard was the sound of paint being splashed onto the wall and the occasionally humming of a song. Until now of course, else I wouldn't have chosen this point to begin the story once more.
Stephanie stopped painting for a moment and peered over at Chris and his wall, she smiled to herself before beginning a conversation…
"Struggling are we?" She asked, adding detail to her clouds with a paintbrush.
"No actually, It's going quite well." Replied Chris.
"Oh yeah, well what's that ugly monster thing in the middle?"
"That's the devil, stupid!"
"Oh I see, the devil." Stephanie sniggered much to Chris' annoyance.
"Well your not going to win by drawing repeatedly stupid little fluffy white clouds all over the place, my painting has substance."
Stephanie just ignored his last comment, but every single insult that came out his mouth just burned constantly inside her and in these conditions she found herself unable to stop lashing out. Now was no exception.
She dipped the paintbrush into the sky-blue paint and she watched as the deep thick colour slid over the brush, and in a moment of what she would later call insanity, she turned round and flicked the brush over towards Chris' wall. It sprayed across the big monster thing as Chris stared at it in anger and amazement.
"What the hell!" He shouted, turning round to face Stephanie.
"Oh sorry, I just flicked my brush back by mistake."
"But your ruined my painting, its gonna take me ages to redo that!"
"I'm sorry." Stephanie said shrugging her shoulders. She almost got away with it, but as she turned back to the painting, she couldn't help but laugh at Chris' misfortune.
"You bitch!" He snarled grabbing his brush and in retaliation flicked some red paint onto her clouds, which turned a dark pink.
"What are you five?"
"You started it."
"Yeah…well…yeah." Stephanie stammered before flicking the brush again.
Predictably Chris fought back and the next minute found Chris and Stephanie flicking paint, being red and blue, at each other, ruining each-others work with each spray.
Eventually they stopped, exhausted and realising the damage that they have caused. They stood for several minutes looking at the multi-coloured walls.
"Look what you done now." Screamed Stephanie, tears forming in her eyes as she realised that she would have to everything again. "We've only got an hour and a quarter left, I'm never going to get it finished now."
"Well it's your fault, you shouldn't have ruined my devil."
"Well if you stopped insulting me for one second."
"Oh please, you should be use to it by now."
"Well I'm not okay, you asked for it."
"What are we going to do now then? My wall practically ruined, I'm not starting all over again." Chris moaned, staring at it and the amount of paint he had left.
Stephanie sighed, she didn't want to do this but she was the one who had started the fight, it was the right thing to do and maybe, just maybe, Chris might gain some respect for her…
"Okay, what if we work together, Ill help you with your one first and then you help me with mine, we just have to work extra fast and forget the detail, you game?"
"I suppose…I do hate to start something and not finish it."
"Exactly, we might as well try….what else are we going to do?"
Chris picked up the roller and sunk it into the red paint before rolling it over the blue and white. "Come on Steph, I want to see some huge flames around the side by the end, I want the outer edge to be yellow going darker as it goes in, come on get to work else we wont have time for yours, oh and don't you dare try and mess it up so yours will be better, you owe me."
Stephanie just sighed as Chris continued to order her about, but a part of her was happy. I mean it was the first time, they were working as a team…right?
To be Continued….