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With her mind slowly moving away from the edge, Vera was able to focus more on the people around her. Codi was asking Rose about something in her pocket, and... was it her imagination? but blood seemed to have drained out from Rose's face. To her left, Patrick had taken out a phone from his pocket, before putting it back into the pocket again.

Soon, Codi started her crazy rampage, only resulting in a damage to herself. With a sigh, Vera began to move from her position near the door. But a slight vibration sounded from behind her. Glancing backwards, she could see that the newcomer, Legault, had pulled out his mobile phone, and was apparantly reading the contents shown on the screen. Strange. But quickly disregarding the matter, Vera moved forwards to examine Codi's injury.

[[I'm just waiting for Codi's post so I can make the largest and most efficient post possible. Just a heads up so I'm not considered totally inactive. xD]]

((xDD Codi sure is popular. Anyway... I don't really like to push people around (unless it's absolutely necessary, which it technically isn't in this case) but can someone (I honestly don't care who) please try to open the cobwebbed door? >.> ))

Codi closed her eyes tightly together, biting her lip hard enough that she began to taste blood. Very dizzily she registered that now she was on the floor; weirdly enough time seemed to be playing itself backwards, because she could’ve sworn that Rose’s cell phone was vibrating over and over and over again…
God, her hand hurt. Codi rocked steadily back and forth with her knees drawn close to her chin, as she often did when distressed. Her eyes slowly flickered open as she began to calm down, though the pain she felt was very real and made her want to scream with frustration.
Speaking of frustration…
”What was that all about?” Muse laughed; however her voice cracked, because even she was feeling a nice bit of agony from Codi’s actions, ”I mean, seriously. I thought you were smarter than that.”
Green fire burned in Codi’s constricted pupils. She was going to kill her. She didn’t know how, but that little witch was going to die. Codi gnashed her teeth with vengeance and furrowed her brow, and was about to say something when a person kneeled next to her and cradled her injured hand.
Codi looked up. It was Patrick.
At first, relief flashed through her visage. The man radiated strength and calm, giving the similar effect of cuddling a purring cat. Likewise, Codi felt a sense of peacefulness wash over her in low, soothing waves, only broken once Muse registered who had come to the rescue.
”Sonofabitch!—“ the voice reacted angrily and with considerable fear, all at once forcing Codi to roll out of the way, snatching her throbbing hand from his defensively. The venom shown in the glare she gave him was not hers’ (and we should all know who the culprit was). Muse continued with a tone like that of somebody whose space has been seriously violated by some creepy guy on the bus.
”How could you let him get near you?” she hissed quietly, as if feared that Patrick would hear her, ”Did you not listen to me two seconds ago? We can’t trust him! Let him go deposit his bad fortune on some other soul in this mansion, not ours’.”
”Muse, I’m sick and tired—“ Codi snapped and leaped to her feet, ignoring all other help she might’ve received in the process, only to notice that Rose was on her way out the bathroom and headed across the hall.
A cold shiver ran down her back, and all was silenced. Slowly they realized that this was a very dire situation; nobody but them knew what lay behind that door. So they came to a resolution, if only a temporary one.
Codi’s bare feet scrabbled along the floor as she dashed outside, awkwardly holding her hand in the process. She even forgot her soda in the bathroom.
Her warning was intertwined with the voice of Muse, giving the child’s tone a hauntingly disturbing double frequency that echoed off the walls a lot more prominently than usual:

”Don’t go through that door!”

((My post has been edited. xDD ))

((Thank you~! The 'Who can you trust?' post and the layout has been edited. I know I said I didn't really want pictures, but I drew one for the NPC. xP Never studied/took anatomy or art, so please excuse the crude picture.))

Apparently, her barricade hadn't been very strong. All it took was for someone to open the door and the chairs all came tumbling down. She couldn't care less whether any of them had broke or not, so her immediate attention was focused on the person standing in front of the doorway.

Glaring, the girl muttered, "You're not the one I was talking to. What do you want?" Then shaking her head and continuing in a firmer voice, "Never mind, I don't actually care. Go away!" She quickly ran over to the door and tried to slam it back closed.

Patrick blinked in surprised when she pulled away, nearly falling over backwards. Though wobbly for a few short moments, he regained his balance and stood. His eyes had visibly softened, his concern and even some hurt visible. Eyebrows furrowed in wonder, the slightest falter in his frown gave way to a shrug. Oh well. She's intelligent, I'll give her that. But really. I don't want her to be hurt. A shout brought his eyebrows upward like a shot, as well as his body. He'd spun on his heel with his arms raised; a defensive position it seemed. Muscles tensed cautiously, he forced his eyebrows to an even, emotionless height and slipped on a blank expression.

Moving toward the door, another, un-familiar voice found it's way to his ears. An eyebrow twitched, but resumed it's previous position in the same instant it had moved. Who's that? A thought suddenly struck him. Maybe she'll know what I need to find here! He absentmindedly inched forward to stand next to the doorframe and curled his body around it to peer out at the scene.

Disregarding his own suspicion of the girl, he clicked the object in his pocket back shut and withdrew his hand. Curious, he walked forward so he could get a better look at the girl. She didn't seem dangerous, but there was almost an ethereal quality to her, as if something was amiss. Little girls in mansions full of kidnapped people usually turn out to be some sort of apparition, or of the "Come play with us..." Stephen King variety.

Her other words struck him off-guard... She lives here? This is no place for a child, and by no means is it a place anyone would live... Especially considering its past...

Regardless, he kept his thoughts in check and assumed a calmer manner.

"Hey, Libby. I'm Legault, do you know anything about this place?" He asked with a light tone, unable to keep a hard expression at someone who was just a little girl.

He felt the biting need to ask Codi why the two knew each other, but for the time being, the little girl seemed to be the better person to ask.

As she started to back away from Rose and Patrick, he only became more suspicious. She knows them....? There's no doubt in my mind now, they're involved in this. Especially considering that my cellphone had no signal when I woke up...

And lastly, why the Hell was a little girl behind a barricade...?