Welcome to Gaia! ::

*Mumbling to herself, Clare appeared off to the side of the bar. Her glasses hanging loosely from one hand while the other lightly rubbed the spot directly between her currently scrunched up eyes. The names from the book playing over in her mind, she hadn't recognized many of them. Only a last name.. but that had been in the last few pages. The book!. Twirling around on her heel, Clare's eyes shot up expecting to see the empty cell block and perhaps where she had dropped the journal.*

"Damn it"

*POP*

*Keeping the bottle pointed away from her chest, a quick burst of gasses escaped from the newly revealed opening. Just as quickly dissipating into the air, before Clare scooped up a glass and began to fill it. The wine giving off a clear rose glow in the light as it filled the glass half way.*

*Taking a small sip, Clare set the cup down and re-corked the bottle before tucking it under the bar top. Then headed off across the room, glass in tow. Her foots steps gradually becoming fainter as she walked down the hall, approaching the Brink's Library.*

Tac faded in, slumped over a table with drool beginning to pool around his face with the tell-tale signs of having fallen asleep on a mass of papers. He jerks awake and glances around, taking in his surroundings and wiping the drool from his face. He thinks to himself for a moment and then a lightbulb goes off, "The Library!" He darts up out of his chair and takes off running.

[If its still showing my old username I'm going to eviscerate Gaia....]

*A man appeared midstride, looking as if he were trying to tower over some person just in front of him, but he stopped as he noticed the guard wasn't there anymore. One hand held an odd pistol while a huge weapon was strapped to his back, the pistol was aimed not at the person he was towering over, but at himself. He twitched for a moment as he had just fired, he glanced around and spotted one other man*

"s**t...a civvie."

*He popped out the cartridge in the Needler and popped another in, fast, jamming to to his chest and firing directly into a vein near his heart, it seems he's done this many times before.*

EDIT: [dammit! *eviscerates Gaia*]

::Nyx emerged from the hallway leading into the rooms, sulking a bit. With her eyes directed to the floor she made her way over to the bar and sat down. She muttered some obscenities to herself quietly and rested her head on the bar's surface.:: Hn. ::She didn't sit still for very long though. It was too much for her to act like this all the time, she couldn't stand it. Nyx sat up straight and began to scold herself.:: Goddammit, no. What the ******** I doing? Why am I doing this? I can't be all mopey and depressed so much. It isn't right, it isn't cool, it's just... not... not what I want. Nope.

::She sunk down a little and let the volume of her voice go up a notch.:: Quit it, me.

::Frown.:: ... WHY THE HELL AM I STILL TALKING TO MYSELF?

::Throughout this she completely missed the fact that there were two other people in the room.::

He glanced up, his eyes focusing on the other, his lips curling into a smirk as he offered a few words. "Perhaps such words should be used less often then in normal speech."

*Johnathan narrowed his eyes at Nyx and Hanley, backing away from them, his empty hand slowly going for the weapon strapped to his back as the other replaced the Needler in it's holster.*

"What is this? Some form of military hologram training simulation? Hmm? Maybe a form of hallucinary terrain? If so, how did you get me away from my mission? Hell, how the ******** did you drug me in the first place?"