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ROOM 4
Jan 26, 2014 20:44:11 GMT -8
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 26, 2014 20:44:11 GMT -8
A mystery.
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ROOM 4
Jan 26, 2014 21:25:10 GMT -8
Post by Trinity on Jan 26, 2014 21:25:10 GMT -8
Leo was in this room apparently. She could feel the fabric of the bag on her head irritate the skin off her face, and her vision showed only darkness. What was that around her ankles..? Restraints? Where was she? Thankfully the nightmares and the pain had finally stopped, but she had a sinking feeling that this was only the start. But the start of what? She opened her mouth to speak but instead broke out in a coughing fit, heaving and wheezing until she could choke out a few raspy words, "H-hey.. HEY. Is anyone *cough* here--?"
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ROOM 4
Jan 26, 2014 21:28:03 GMT -8
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 26, 2014 21:28:03 GMT -8
That was weird - the coughing seemed like a pointless reflex almost. It cleared something large from her throat and allowed her to speak, but speaking was the only thing she needed to draw breath for - an inhale to have something to exhale past the vocal chords...
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ROOM 4
Jan 26, 2014 21:42:03 GMT -8
Post by Trinity on Jan 26, 2014 21:42:03 GMT -8
Looks like nobody was here. That was comforting. She was alone in the dark with no way of knowing if Eli and Quinn were okay. Or everyone else for that matter! After a few useless calls to no one in particular, she gave up and muttered to herself,"..Am I dead?" No, she didn't feel dead. Then again, she wouldn't really know what being dead would feel like. Wait, could corpses get hungry? Because she was. But not the normal type of hungry.. She couldn't give the feeling a name. She called out again,"Hey, I could use some cake here!"
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ROOM 4
Jan 26, 2014 22:03:30 GMT -8
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 26, 2014 22:03:30 GMT -8
Cake. The word just didn't register like it had a meaning attached to it in this moment - felt empty in her mouth.
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ROOM 4
Jan 26, 2014 23:04:33 GMT -8
Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 26, 2014 23:04:33 GMT -8
When he swam back to consciousness, Quinn was sure he'd suffered some sort of brain damage. He had this bizarre feeling that he was only half in the world. He felt a sensation brushing up against his skin that should have been cold, but it was only that...a sensation without meaning. He was hungry but even that notion was hollow. He felt like he had stepped out of himself and was observing from a distance.
"Nnn..."
He groaned voluntarily as one sometimes does to try and orient himself, to attain reality a little more clearly. He had bargained with himself that if he could just be heard once, it might mean he wasn't dead. It did nothing to alleviate the sensation.
Time to try something else. He tried to move, to see if he still had some command over a physical form. All he found he could move was his head, something scratching unpleasantly over the bridge of his nose. As he moved, he also felt something tacky, like glue, running down his neck and chest, pulling unpleasantly at the skin. Was he only paralyzed then?
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ROOM 4
Jan 26, 2014 23:10:26 GMT -8
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 26, 2014 23:10:26 GMT -8
((Certainly, Leo would hear the groan and reply, but Trinity just went to bed. Try again in several hours?))
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ROOM 4
Jan 26, 2014 23:11:54 GMT -8
Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 26, 2014 23:11:54 GMT -8
((Yup! I'll check back in my lunch break.))
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 7:41:09 GMT -8
Post by Trinity on Jan 27, 2014 7:41:09 GMT -8
Sure enough, Leo was able to barely make out the noise. She couldn't place who it was, but it was a relief to know she wasn't alone. There was of course the obvious reasoning that this person could also be dangerous, though Leo was willing to take the chance, as long as she could be heard. She struggled to turn her head to the sound. It was weird, but it felt like her senses were.. heightened somehow. There were several different scents in the room and she couldn't make out what a lot of them were, other than the blood covering her body. Gross! The bag over her head was starting to annoy her. She struggled and trashed her head and shoulders around in hopes of getting it loose, and within a few minutes it came off, and she could finally see. She could barely make out the outline of the gurney with another person strapped to it. The light was pretty dim in here. "Yo! C-can you hear me? Who are you?" From her expression, she must have been terrified.
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 10:53:02 GMT -8
Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 27, 2014 10:53:02 GMT -8
That voice! Quinn started to sharpen up, Leo's voice like a bucket of ice water over his frayed senses. It shocked him back into himself and he realized that he COULD feel below the neck even if he couldn't move...as a matter of fact, he could feel restraints. Oddly, that was even worse than the idea of paralysis."Leo?! Leo, is that you?" He prayed it was even as he fought his way further out of the haze, icy fingers of panic wrapping around his belly. He was restrained with what felt like a bag or scratchy cloth over his head, covered in something coppery scented and sticky. This was wrong, so wrong. The musician thrashed a little. He had to get this THING off and see!"It's Quinn!" Fear tore at him and he spoke urgently, but softly. He didn't want to be heard by anyone but Leo. With a final uncomfortable twist, he shuffled the bag off."...Oh God..." His jaw gaped as he stared at Leo. This was bad. This was so bad.
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 11:05:37 GMT -8
Post by Trinity on Jan 27, 2014 11:05:37 GMT -8
Leo stared back at him with the same shocked expression. She'd kill whoever did this to her brother!"Quinn! Worshiper fucking Cedric, I'm so happy you're alive!" At least, she assumed they were alive. She had no breath in her lungs, no heartbeat, no pulse, but she was talking. What did that mean? "I just-- I just wanna go home, man. I wanna see Theo and Scar.." She sounded as though she was on the brink of tears.
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 11:13:49 GMT -8
Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 27, 2014 11:13:49 GMT -8
Quinn couldn't tear his eyes away from all the blood marking up his little sister. He couldn't tune her fear out of his ears. It immediately turned his own panic on mute while his urge to protect the girl he'd chosen to call family amped up to 11. He tuned everything else out."Leo...Leo, shhhh. I'm alive and you're alive. We're okay for now. I need you to just breathe for me..." His eyes drifted, trying to see anything but the blood on her face. He looked down below her gurney, trying to look at the room and instead saw something far worse."Just...just keep looking at my face...and breathe for me. Can you do that?" Suddenly, as he said that, he realized something awful."...You can breathe, right?"
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 11:24:43 GMT -8
Post by Trinity on Jan 27, 2014 11:24:43 GMT -8
Leo had begun to calm down slightly. Her eyes were locked onto his face as she studied every angle, every edge of his features, wondering what types of makeup she could use on his face. She was okay, he was okay, they were both okay. For a moment, she was totally serene. None of this was real, she reasoned, it's all a big dream and you'll wake up in your bed, any second now.. Hold on a second, what did Quinn say? "..."
"Oh fuck, I can't breathe!"
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 11:30:14 GMT -8
Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 27, 2014 11:30:14 GMT -8
Quinn took a moment to shove down his panic again and THINK. Leo needed him and he had to be reasonable no matter how much he wanted to scream until his throat was raw. He focused and realized that, while he couldn't breathe, he wasn't dying. He didn't even feel like he needed to."No no, Princess. Shhh. Focus on my voice. Look...I can't...I can't breathe either...but it doesn't hurt...and I'm not dying. Neither are you. Focus on that." He kept his focus on Leo while he tried to soothe her."I don't know where we are, or why, but we aren't dead. Things aren't right, but it's not over yet...not for us...We're not done yet." Quinn meant that in a comforting way.
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 11:40:08 GMT -8
Post by Trinity on Jan 27, 2014 11:40:08 GMT -8
He was right, she didn't feel like she need to take in any breaths, but the lack of it is what made her uncomfortable. She desperately wanted to reach out and actually hug him for the first time. "I can't-- I don't understand--" Her voice cracked with every other syllable she spoke. Then, she turned her head to the other side to blurt out, "Black holes are actually more spherical, rather than the assumed funnel shape. The field around one is called the 'Event Horizon.' " ..Before turning back to Quinn. That seemed to let off some of the tension and visible anxiety.
"Q.. Are you hungry?"
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