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Alphonse Wingates-St. Grey

Alphonse took a deep breath as the girl suggested they try the windows. For a moment, he had begun to feel like a trapped bird in a cage with no way out. He had almost started to panic like the man who was trying to break down the door.

He wasn’t quite sure a panic wouldn’t come over him later, but, for now, the presence of the two others with their wits still about them kept him calm enough.

”Ah... yes! The windows.” He said a bit embarrassed that he had been about to loose his composure before anything actually happened. ”I’m Alphonse, by the way. Do you have any idea what is going on? People...” - like the man he was trying to help by the locked door, not to mention himself - ”...are starting to panic.”

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"Too many, probably," Richard replied to Raina, turning his head this way and that to try and get as much of a look as he could. At the very least, he wanted to orient where all the banging was coming from as people were trying to get out. The room was starting to feel hot and stifling with the power off, and Richard had to take a deep breath to try and push it to the back of his mind. He had to get the three of them out of there. With how people were panicking, he at the very least didn't feel like it was safe for them to stay for the purposes of being safe around the others. What if someone panicked and lashed out at them? That was to say nothing of Richard's own heartbeat speeding up in his chest, of course.

He tried to ignore that, too. It wouldn't help anyone if he also started panicking.

Even though the room was starting to feel frankly claustrophobic between the pervasive darkness and the sounds of people's anxiety around them, Richard took another long, deep breath. The hospital air being still was wrong, and it gave the antiseptic hospital smell a bitter note. That note hung on the back of his tongue, and he fidgeted where he stood. People might be looking at trying the windows, too, if what he was overhearing was right, and he didn't want any of them near broken glass. He knew Raina felt fine, but they were still there for a reason, and he was not about to add lacerations to that.

Were hospital windows reinforced?

Richard opened his mouth to say something as he swung his phone flashlight across the area again, but he got one syllable out before his voice died in his throat.

Oh, his heartbeat sped up, alright. The face was there for just a second, but the image was burned into Richard's brain. His heart hit so hard in his chest that he thought he could almost feel it in his stomach. Distantly, he marveled at the effect of the adrenaline rush that flooded his system, drying out his mouth, making his stomach turn over. It felt like his arms and legs were starting to tingle.

'As the sympathetic nervous system activates, as acetylcholine causes norepinephrine to flood the body in response to a stimulus and trigger the release of adrenaline, all non-essential activity stops. The gut stops digesting, leading to the 'butterflies feeling'. The circulatory system reroutes blood flow away from the face and extremities in anticipation of possible injury, causing the skin to go pale. Breathing quickens in order to supply oxygen to the skeletal muscles in preparation for either fighting or running. As such, this mechanism is often termed the "fight or flight response".'

The face had vanished, but he couldn't believe for a second that it was actually gone. Sure, it could have been a trick of the light, that was true. But a cellphone flashlight wouldn't've thrown him a face in that level of detail if he'd just been imagining it. His voice was strained, the kind of even that betrayed how hard he was having to work at maintaining it, when he murmured, "We need to leave."

"Well,...there goes keeping calm." He whispered with a shake of his head. Standing up his fingers ran through his air. "I sort of wish Alexandre was here." Much as he didn't deal with the short ashen blond, who was somehow family to the Jacobs, the blond was able to take control of things rather well. Though he also liked to talk down to, and about, people and things. Ian still wouldn't have minded him here right now.

"Dessie, if things get bad...keep behind me." He whispered to her. "I don't think the windows will work...I really don't. But you can try..." Or maybe he'd have to...since Dessie was heading over towards the one who'd left their side in order to attack the poor door. This really was turning into a s**t show. If this didn't cause a full blown panic he didn't know what would, and he wasn't surprised someone joined the small dark haired male in trying to get the door down.

"I don't think either of you are going to get the door down." He spoke, approaching the three, he wondered why Dessie looked rather...pale suddenly? Like she'd seen ,or heard, a ghost or something. "Dessie?" Questioning as he laid a hand on her shoulder slowly, afraid she might try and take his damn arm off and beat him with it. She was not a touchy sort of person....and it was a risk touching her, and he was risking it.

"We can try the windows...but I doubt it'll work. It might cause more chaos in this room...." But it seemed it might just be inevitable really.

Dessie rather tactfully ignored Ian's order to stay behind him, tactfully because normally she would have just said something cutting and along the lines of 'hell no'. Instead she had followed the guy who was freaking out and ended up deciding to act as a lookout... sort of. "Dessie," she absently gave her nickname to the kid who introduced himself, Alphonse. He at least seemed to be keeping it together. "Nothing good that's for sure," she would have said more but that eerie scream had drawn her attention. Something Ian apparently noticed when he approached them.

Part of her realized what he was about to do but she still flinched at the hand on her shoulder. She still grabbed his wrist in a vise like grip. She just didn't punch or otherwise lash out like she normally would. She actually didn't let go, her fingers probably digging into the soft flesh of Ian's wrist painfully. "Something is coming." Wide, pale eyes darted to his face before drifting back to the interior doors. "Did you hear it? Ian we have to find a way out," Dessie let him go even as her heart raced. "Or we need to find a defensible spot to fight because something is coming for us."





((Who is in the waiting room anyway?))

Toren Estel

It wasn't working and his breathing became faster and faster. The moment he heard thr scream he covered his ears and shot down to crouching. The chair clattered beaode him as his breathing went to asking for lungfuls of air.

He needed to go to the bathroom. Bolting up he went to the side restroom and rushed into a stall and started throwing up.

Otto Moor

"I know, I know," he let her go, but his hands hovered close. He really really didn't want to hold her back, but he also didn't want to her hurt herself in the process of trying to get the door open. It was solid, and the locks reinforced to a point that made shouldering them open next to impossible (or so he assumed, considering it was a clinic).

When she sighed and settled back against him he lay a soft kiss on the top of her head and rested his hands lightly on her arms. For a second he thought that was it, that she'd managed to swallow back the obvious panic that'd been bubbling and that it'd just be a matter of waiting it out until the lights went back on or someone unlocked the door from the outside.

Instead she was surging out of his arms again and back at the door, pounding against it hard enough he winced before crossing quickly back to her side, a hand on her back. "I don't know that they could do anything," he answered back, but he lifted his gaze from her to the door itself and brought a heavy fist up to pound as well. "Hello? Can someone please let us know what's going on?" What was being done about the power, if anything. If help was on the way. Some communication to let them know they weren't just forgotten in the dark. Otto hadn't heard anyone out there himself, but if Des had that was good enough for him.




Cassiopeia Lyons

She hadn't made it more then five steps down the hall when the sound of smashing glass some distance behind her made her jump. And then curse under her breath as a wave of pain radiated out from her ribs. The sooner this s**t all healed, the ******** better. She was sick and tired of being so limited. It drove her nuts.

She was sick of being here too.

Which wasn't a problem for now. Not with the lights out and the sounds of shouting going on around her. And the glass.

Nerves on edge, Cassie turned slowly to shine the light from her phone down the hall towards where she thought she heard the crash.




Jacqueline "Jack" Maaz

Yep, that was Katie. "Oh dear..." She didn't sound entirely sober, and Jack had to wonder if the other girl had been drinking and gotten hurt(which wasn't out of the question), or if the intoxication was why she was here. She didn't think she'd get an answer from her though, so she'd have to ask the kid that had brought her in.

Lips pressed together, Jack looked between the dark outline of Katie and the little group standing in front of the door, and the girl sitting beside her, and finally turned to the latter to offer a reassuring smile. "I need to go make sure my other friend is alright, okay? I'm only gunna be right over there, and I'll be right back." She gave her arm a gently pat as she got to her feet, phone sliding into her pocket.

From what she could hear it sounded like the doors were locked. That they were all stuck in her. It was alarming, but Jack wasn't quite to panic level just yet. Probably because there was no monsters charging out to try to eat her. But given enough time surrounded by everyone else freaking out? Yeah, she'd get there eventually.

But until that point, maybe she could be useful.

"Katie, what are you-" she cut off with a little yelp as she jerked to the side to avoid the phone that had come hurtling past her to smash loudly against the double doors into the heart of the ER. Heart hammering, she stared at where she could just barely see the phone laying on the ground, then back at Katie with wide, bright eyes.

Eyes that flicked to the other girl and the young man beside her, as if they might have any sort of answer. Not just about what was going on now, but why Katie was here, and why she was asking...well, like this.

Ignacio Araya & Raina Araya

The noises Ignacio was hearing around the room hinted that there were a lot of people near the door. In fact, the chair slamming hinted that not only were there a lot of people near the door, charging it in an attempt to get out would be foolish. The door was locked.

... It was becoming increasingly likely that this was another operation.

He cursed to himself, turning away from his love and his little sister for a moment. Of course, there really wasn't anything to see over here. He probably should get out his own phone, right? Arra could keep his directional light that way and Ignacio could try to get a look around the room--

Ignacio didn't miss the way Richard's voice suddenly cut, the way he let out something that sounded like a strangled gasp, and he turned his attention immediately back to Richard, leaning in. "Arra?" He swallowed, hard, reaching out to stroke his hand against Richard's shoulder, this time. What had he seen? It looked like he had seen a ghost. Was there an agent there? He didn't see anything, but he also really didn't see much of anything, and he wasn't the one holding a flashlight--

"I don't think we can, Arra," offered Raina, cautiously, as she swung her legs back and forth in her seat. It was honestly a way to channel the sudden anxiety at the idea of being trapped in there.

She knew coming to the hospital was a bad idea!

Besides, it wasn't like she actually had any traumatic brain injuries or whatever they were trying to test her for, jeez...

"Door's kinda locked. Do you think we could bust a window open? I could always like, go--"

"Raina."

Raina rolled her eyes, hissing back, "It's not like anyone--"

"No." Ignacio didn't want his sister involved in this s**t at all, but he definitely wasn't letting her possibly risk her identity in any situation. He groaned, boosting himself up on his knees as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, turning on his own flashlight. Maybe he could get a look at the windows. It wasn't a bad idea to see if any of them had some kind of weakness...