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As Hal fell out from her grasp, Brynn Syvra kept pushing herself forward. She poked her head out of the vent, she looked down. It wasn't much of a drop, so she just let herself fall out too. She fell into a bunch of water and mud, but she didn't care. She was so tired that she was glad that the pain blossomed in her back and the water was cold. It was waking her up. She stood shakily and looked at Thorn. "Nice catch, but tell me something. What color are my eyes? Are they stormy gray? I already know my hair's black but it looks like I bleached my hair silver white at the ends. Looks like a freakin' paintbrush." She moved to grab her braid and show Thorn, but she wobbled and then suddenly the world went sideways.

((btw, say yes, lol. that's her end look if you look at her bio.))

Thorn perdicted Brynn's fall beforehand due to her weakened-looking state, and was therefore able to catch her mid-fall, and pull her back up straight and held her steady by the shoulders. "Take it easy, hopefully they can't follow us in here, so maybe a rest would be good. The guards can't fit, so we should be safe for a little bit. I hope." she sighed, and took a good look at Brynn.

"Yeah, they're a stormy-gray color." she answered her, and she looked back up to the airvent hole.

"Well, while I'm glad some of you took the escape route, I hope to whoever I'm supposed to hope to now that it's safe, or it'll be my fault if you both get caught. Oh wait, was there anyone else up there, or is it just you two? Did Sha- er, that computer kid follow you guys down here?" she asked. She hoped he had; he didn't seem to be the guards' most favored kid.

Felicia heard a quiet hissing sound and a clink nearby her as something foggy started to spill out. She immediately kicked it away and yanked up her shirt to cover her nose and mouth, leaping up and breathing as shallowly as possible. Damnit damnit damnit! She turned to look at Draconis but he was already falling out of conciousness, obviously trying to say something as his body became sluggish. s**t. She turned back forward again and backed up slowly so that she was standing in front of Draconis, giving a vicious snarl as several guards approached. one reached out to grab her but he was too slow, allowing her the time she needed to lift his gas mask then haul back and punch.

She felt his nose give way under her hard fist and immediately pulled her shirt back up over the lower half of her face, feeling herself starting to shut down from the gas. Felicia saw movement out of the corner of her eye and whirled around to round-house kick a guard in the side of the head as he bent to pick up Draconis. "Don't touch him!" She snarled from under her shirt. Felicia turned to punch another guard but he caught her hand; she was sluggish and weak, finding it hard to keep her eyes open. Her struggle for freedom became weaker and weaker as darkness started to take over, leaving her reaching for Draconis as one of the large guards hauled the much smaller boy up with his giant man-hands. He doesn't..like to be touched..! And with that she was unconcious.

Tylor heard the girl move forward and followed behind, but stayed in the vent till everyone was moved out of the way. When it seemed safe to get out of the vent, Tylor moved forward and used his size to his advantage. He steadily positioned himself against the vent walls to hold himself up as he climbed down into what seemed to be some kind of disgusting sewer with mud no doubt. As he landed on his feet, along with his hands helping support the landing, Tylor immediately began to speak.

"Disgusting! I would rather be in my room...Oh and there is mud here too? Just great, hopefully the experience points were worth the trip."

Tylor examined everyone within the sewer he could see. There was a girl with strange dyed hair, it being white at the ends, then next was some girl with long dark hair, and the last had short hair that seemed to be blonde. Tylor couldn't believe he was in some sewer with a bunch of women, he didn't know if he was lucky or cursed. Hopefully they had a emotional grasp on the situation. Tylor didn't know any of their names or even noticed them before, but now he had to being stuck in this place. Tylor stood up and tried his best to get the mud off of his hands, but nothing seemed to be there he could use. Tylor thought about using one of the other's hair or clothes to clean his hands, but that would be a bad first impression. Tylor distant himself away from the others the best he could, not wanting to speak with any of them at the moment. Tylor was hoping Sean was alright, despite how idiotic he was, Sean was Tylor's friend in this academy.

((Updated by Demand!))

Tylor stopped his distant nature when the girl spoke; she seemed to be the honest type and lacked the deceit usually carried by the fools in this academy. Tylor came forth and want to put in his two cents; he was the type of guy to put in a word even if it was as useless as an actual two cents.

"None sense, we each took our own responsibility to go down that vent, you didn't make us come down here. You shouldn't be to blame, each one of us should take the blame if we end up dead or whatever the future draws the cards for. Just to let you know though, if it starts to cannibalism, I won't go quietly and I'll do my best to take you all out with me."

Tylor was also the guy to plan ahead just in case things didn't go well, hint his reason for already mentioning cannibalism. He was even studying the others to see who was the weakest and that person would be the first to fall to the groups needs if it very well came to it. It was the survival of the fittest and Tylor had the strength and mind for both. If these women were too weak to carry on, they were just obstacles for Tylor and his survival.

"I'm not going to stay around here long, but I'll need help just in case guards come down here, so we might be forced to work together when the time comes, but right now I don't trust any of you yet. If the Doctor finds us, I will take blame as well; it’s a sign of weakness to let others take pain for you and my moral level will rise greatly for such an action, along with points for my Drinking Skull."

"Foolish girl, when it comes to survival, it’s not about taste, but the nutrients. The human body contains water, protein, minerals, and everything else another human needs to live. We don't regularly eat each other because it’s called murder and it’s against human morality and I doubt there is anything to raise my hit points down here is there?"

Tylor stopped speaking; he was tired from the events that happened before entering the sewer. Getting through that crowd and batting off guards was one thing, but struggling through that vent was probably what tired him the most. He wanted to sleep and refresh his fatigue gauge, but Tylor was afraid of the others; they might kill him in his sleep since he was a stranger to them. If Tylor was one of them, that would be his course of action. A human Tylor's size could produce enough food for at least two days if rationed. He had to stay alert and not fall asleep; the game was just beginning. When or if they all fell asleep except Tylor himself, he planned to kill them all. It was the best course of action on his part. If they killed one of the groups at a time for food, it would diminish faster. If they all died, Tylor could have food for at least a week, which would be more than enough time to figure out how to escape the sewers. The game was a challenge of endurance and patience, both Tylor excelled at.

"I bet a lot of you are tired, you can sleep, I'll keep watch."