Sidney startled awake feeling worn out and groggy… and desperately in need of a smoke. That annoying, cruel voice was on the overhead again, insulting them while promising yet more fun today. ******** herself to her feet, Sid patted down her pockets to make sure she had everything before she realized… the bars she had stashed away were gone. Someone had gotten handsy in the night and it filled the DJ with a nervous, twitchy feeling, knowing someone had been rifling through her person.
The others were getting ready to move on and there were a couple of choices… back they way they came, or forward to a locker room. ******** going back. The shadowy figures might be gone, but the chances of that were slim. She’d rather try a new place, especially since they’d already come this far.
Sid joined the ones headed for the locker room, remembering to grab her oxygen tank as she went.
When Shahar woke up, she desperately needed a hit, or a ********, or both. The last time she had been able to grab any form of intoxicant or drug had been- too long ago. Her face was pale under her skin, and she may have shook a bit.
She lingered behind, trying to check her pockets for the joint she'd had in her pocket. There had to be something there. She needed a fix, she needed- she was going to lose her temper and bust a face in. Possibly General Obdouchebag's.
The night was rough, and Ilian was even more angry when he finally found out that Cassadega had been injured. He’d been so concerned with getting them out of there that he didn’t even realize she’d been hurt until that night.
Which meant that when he woke up, he had every intention of getting them out before this stupid thing continued. He would not stand for Cassadega to get hurt again, nor did he want Jericho injured.
“Cabhan,” he called to the man when the rest of them split up, reaching out to grab hold of the young man’s shirt and pulled him down the hall where the shadow people had been. “Come with me to look,” he said with a growl, waiting until they were out of sight of at least most of the others, content that Jericho had wandered off to check another place, before shoving Cabhan up against the wall.
“What the hell were you doing? You let Cassadega get hurt?” he hissed, pulling tight on the man’s shirt, while also shoving him up against the wall, his eye shining.
He was glad that Lovely wasn’t there, because if he’d gotten hurt, Ilian would have flipped out even worse.
“If you’re not going to be useful, why should I even keep you around?” he snarled, shoving at the man as he took a step back. He glanced over his shoulder once more and gestured for the man to follow and hopefully go back to watching Cassadega, before looking to see what anyone else had discovered.
It really wasn't a surprise that by the time they had gotten locked in for the night Alex hadn't calmed down from the spiders. Hux did his best to cuddle his cousin while talking about random things to calm him down, often repeating that there were no more spiders and that he was safe from them.
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He was up by the time the voice came over the loud speakers, having found that apparently someone had swiped the bar he had grabbed last night at some point but not caring too much about it. When people started to move about and the doctor mentioned the nurse's locker room, Hux got up and gave Alex a hand up as well. "Guess it's time to get moving again." He said giving the younger man a once over to check up on him then moving to try and check out the locker room. Hopefully it would have something that would help them out of this mess.
Jericho Cross { Broken Wheelchair Fragment } Looking for the locker room
Waking up to find nothing had changed--except he had a kink in his neck and his shoulder still ached from slamming against the door--had Jericho in a less than pleasant mood. Checking over the others--and making sure Cass hadn't gained further injuries over the night--he got up and began to make his way towards where the locker room supposedly was.
They needed to get out, and if this jackass of a General was going to keep toying with them, like hell was he going to just sit back and watch. If anything, he needed to find a place for Ilian to transform and teleport out of there to get this s**t taken care of. Preferably also getting Cass and Cabhan out of there. He could fend for himself in this s**t, but he wasn't convinced they'd be unharmed.
Case in point, he watched with a bit of wariness as Ilian dragged Cabhan off, letting out a slow breath through his nose as he shook his head. He'd talk with Ilian about all that mess another time. Now, it wasn't high on his list of concerns.
He was hit with a few mixed feelings when he woke up. One, he disliked how painful it was to sleep curled up on the cold, hard floor. Two, he was excited to maybe see more weird stuff. But his excitement didn't last long, unsure what to expect when Ilian grabbed his shirt and tugged him back towards where they'd come. He stumbled, but followed--not that he had much of a choice, but his confusion was obvious.
And only increased when, a distance away, he was thrown against the wall. Grunting, he looked up at Ilian with wide eyes, startled, though he winced to hear the reason. "I was looking for something to help the doctor open the door," he explained quickly. Not an excuse, a statement, his voice neutral as he kept any pleading or whining tones out. That'd do him no good here.
"It shouldn't have happened, I know. It won't happen again." Though he'd also been bitten by something in the nurses' desk, he didn't bother to bring it up.
Once released, he let out a small breath, readjusting his shirt and following quickly once the silent command was made. Once they were back, he stuck close to Cassadega, offering her a no-worries and rather carefree smile for all that was going on. "Did you sleep ok? How's your leg?"
"Ugh..." Some way, some how, Candice managed to fall asleep. It didn't feel like she slept that long or that well. She rummaged through her pockets in hopes of at least not being that hungry, but the rumbling in her stomach would continue. Someone had stolen her reserve in the night. "Assholes..."
Candice was now tired, hungry, and worried about her dog. It sucked. How did the Negaverse always seem to cause so many issues? She sighed as she heard Dr. Hadly mention a locker room. Maybe she'd at least be able to wash her face and rinse her mouth. Well, if it as a woman's locker room, she could possibly shower as well...
"I'm headed to the women's locker room if anyone wants to join." She'd rather not be alone at the moment but maybe she could sneak out. If she powered up, maybe she could seek out and kick someone's a**. Then again... She didn't know how many there were so she could get ambushed.
Candice held out her phone and cord. "I can fight with this... If it doesn't snap in half first..."
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Option One:
You creep into the dark hallway, looking around to make sure nothing nasty is waiting outside. Fortunately, your journey is uneventful and you successfully make it into the locker room.
Option Two:
You try the door you came in from. Unfortunately, it's locked. If you try to use the key you found, it mysteriously no longer fits. Weird...
Option Three:
You decide to play it safe and hang back in the room for now. Everything seems fine and dandy... until you feel hot breath puffing gently on the back of your neck. You whip around, but nothing is there....
You turn back around, unnerved, and you feel sharp teeth bite you. You yelp and dart forward out of the room, touching your neck frantically. Fortunately, there's no blood... in fact, there's not even a mark. Maybe it wasn't so safe after all.
The locker room doesn't look much different from what you'd expect. Rows of lockers line the sides of the room, and you can see bathrooms and showers beyond them. Sterile surgical scrubs are neatly packaged nearby for employees preparing to go into surgery.
Blessedly, the room is quiet. The question is, where are you supposed to go next?
Option One
You... really haven't had the chance to use the restroom for a good, long while now. Time to do that now! You better plan on washing your hands.
The locker room turned out to be blessedly empty, save for them. Even those who had lagged caught up quickly and some split off to make use of the bathroom. An uncomfortableness told Sid it was probably a good idea, but no way was she breaking off from the group. The lockers begged to be rifled too, but remember the last time she’d stuck her hand into a dark space, she decided against that too. They were being hunted by little monsters… it was best not to poke around.
Some of the group were questioning the Doctor and Sid shuffled over to join them. He knew this place, he had to know how to get out of here.
The breath on the back of her neck startled her. Not just anyone was tall enough to breathe on her, so she spun on instinct, trying to see who was there.
No One.
She turned back around, reaching for her pocket, and-
"Ah!" her cry was sharp, startled. Oh ******** this. "I do not mind teeth," she hissed at nothing, "But you show yourself if you want to play that."
The rest of the group was headed for the locker room, and Shahar raced after them to join them.
She approached the group around the doctor, wondering how much longer they were going to be trapped in this Hospital of Horrors.
He didn’t care if Cabhan had helped them find a clue to move forward and that was why Cassadega had gotten hurt at that time before. He didn’t really care if Cabhan did anything. He also didn’t want to admit to Cabhan doing anything helpful. He was still angry about everything that led up to Rigel’s corruption, and he wasn’t about to let that go so easily.
“Doctor,” he said to the man, “Do you really not know any other ways of getting out of here? Didn’t they go over emergency procedures when you were hired here?” Ilian frowned, knowing that the man was probably scared and hungry and tired, but Ilian was in a foul mood and he didn’t have time for this.
“Where do they keep the microphone for the PA system. I don’t care about getting out. I want to get my hands on this Obsidian guy.”
Nevermind the fact that Ilian was still only seventeen and not at all physically impressive.
The back up lights were helpful enough and soon, Candice and others that decided to venture out found the women's locker room. "At least something has gone right so far." It was said under her breath, but she most likely jinxed herself. Candice went straight for the bathroom stalls to relieve herself.
She didn't know about others but something so trivial could be missed if she didn't take advantage of it. Candice did feel a bit ridiculous, but all she wanted to do was get out of this crazy place. Her desire to give them her resume was long gone.
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Derrick Keenan Option 3
"****" He yelled as he was 'bitten' on the neck. Clearly they, or whatever it was, maybe drugs, were causing him to hallucinate here also or were attacking him. Either way he darted out into the locker room.
He looked around and could tell that there were other rooms connecting, including what seemed to be restrooms. As tempting as those were however, he decided to stay with the doctor this time. Although he had been hired to work here, he didn't seem to be a part of any of this and hadn't been attacked so far... So instead Derrick wandered over to the doctor, intending to ask where the next best place to go from here would be.
Hux couldn't help but give a sigh in relief that nothing eventful happened when they moved into the locker room, it clearly had been the right way to go. Of course it meant that they were still being herded like sheep around where Obsidian wanted them to go but nothing much could be done for that right now. Once they were fully in the room he looked around it, giving a low hum in thought.
He was tempted to try and use the restroom but wasn't that a horror trope? Bathrooms in horror movies never ended well and who knows what the General had in mind. Instead he moved over to check the lockers. "Any idea on when this might end?" He asked his cousin.
Jericho Cross { Broken Wheelchair Fragment } Talk to Dr. Hadly
When Ilian and Cabhan returned and rejoined them, now in the locker room, Jericho waited until the shorter kid was moving away to stand with Cass before he approached Ilian, keeping his voice low. "Soon as you can, teleport them out of here, alright? I'm fine here, or at least I can wait longer if necessary. Not doubting Cass' ability to fend for herself but rather she and the kid are out before me."
As to the rough treatment of said kid, well. He'd approach that subject another time when they were all riled up.
With that said, he joined Ilian in approaching the doctor, nodding along with his friend's questions--though tossing him a glare at the mention of going after Obsidian--and adding his own, "What about any alternative routes? s**t they don't really bother with on the maps, or are more used for quick runs between places? They're moving around somehow around us, so there's gotta be something we can use to get out." Ignoring the fact they were likely teleporting.
When they joined the others in the locker room, Cabhan stayed near Cass but still began to poke around the lockers. He still wanted to help, though he frequently looked back to make sure Cass was ok and no one--or nothing--was bugging her.
It wasn't like he was upset for what Ilian said--or did. He wasn't happy to see that she'd gotten hurt because he'd been off and not paying attention. But it wasn't his nature to sit still and do nothing. So. He'd just have to pay better attention and double-time.
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