[ eggsy hits the floor like everyone else, breathes in the dustmites like everyone else, and rockets out of the dark, creepy room with gusto. like everyone else. by the time eggsy trips over his suitcase and barely catches himself from faceplanting on the worn carpet, he's ruined all chances of a cool, composed entrance. but who in their right mind could be completely reserved when they'd been kidnapped with no memory of the event? because last he remembered, he'd been outside the black prince; he'd had plans, he'd had intentions, he'd been going to — ]

Fuck, [ he curses, smacking his palm against the floor for emphasis. a cloud of dust and dirt plooms around eggsy's face, but he pants angrily regardless.

looking this way and that, he spots a few other people milling about the hallway, and goes rather immediately for the defensive — for the suitcase which, even if it's not exactly kingsman grade (i.e., just a normal suitcase) would make an excellent shield were the surrounding people to attack.

(when they don't, and he's left holding the bulky, brown overnight case to his chest in a decidedly ridiculous manner, eggsy admittedly feels a little silly and reluctantly lowers it to his side again.) ]

[ wow this stairwell is crowded time for cASUAL PARKOUR. ]

[ somebody tries to jiggle the ballroom door handle into submission. maybe even throws his shoulder against the old wood a few times before giving up.

then he cases the place — walks along the outskirts of the large room; smacking curtains, kicking rugs, paying a lot of attention to the high corners, and sideeying everyone he doesn't know. so really, everyone. there's a poor attempt at casual in the way he walks and glances about, then in the way he kneels by a wall and rifles through his suitcase — a decidedly useless shield, and not holding much of value either — and then resignation as he tries the coffee dispenser in the mess hall (empty) and eventually traipses back to the stairs. ]

[ he gets inside alright, but neglects to shut the door and spends the next fifteen minutes flipping everything on it's axis. why? good question. for bugs, for starters, because after dealing with one villainous, colorful megalomaniac who'd been content to watch the whole world tear itself to bits, eggsy wouldn't put it past some other nefarious rich kid to have put them all here to see how long it would take for them to start chewing each others faces off.

but, passersby may also be able to hear him mutinously muttering about chocolates on pillows, and come on, you pretentious shitheap.

stay around long enough, you may also hear the pained grunt of someone who tried to pull their mirror off the wall, and just ended up stumbling back into the bathtub. ]