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((O__O!!! We got moved to the advanced RP forum! This sounds like good news, but then people already seem to be dropping out of the RP and I REALLY hope that this won't make things worse...

Now to update the layout...))

Vera's eyes widened as the door slowly swung open, faint scent of roses floating out towards them through the opened doorway. Vera stepped into the room, her eyes glazed over, dazed by the gleaming white walls and floors. She walked towards the large bathtub sitting in the centre of the room, as if drawn to it by some strange force that she couldn't resist. Absent-mindedly, Vera sat on the edge of the bathtub, a finger running along the inner wall of the tub. Not a speck of dust. Totally different from the cobwebs and dust covered hallway outside. Vera's head half-turned to the doorway, her eyes unfocused, to where the outlines of a tall man stood.

Seeing Patrick, her mind slapped her in the face mentally. Gripping control of herself once again, Vera looked carefully around the room, her eyes narrowed, searching for anything that might help the fainted Codi. Seeing the big towel basket beside the tub, a smile spreaded over her face. Vera bent down, and drew out a face towel from the basket. She walked to the back of the room, towards the white marble sinks. Vera held a corner of the towel between her teeth, and turned the tap with her good hand. Cold water started running swiftly into the sink. Vera took the towel from her teeth, and held it under the running water, her hand momentarily numbed by the freezing cold. Feeling the towel was thoroughly soaked, Vera turned off the tap with her wet hand. Icy cold water dripping down rapidly from the towel in her hand, she hurried back to Patrick's side.

Vera stood beside Patrick, holding the soaked towel above Codi's unconscious face. "Sorry if the water soaks you, Patrick." Without waiting for an answer, Vera squeezed the towel as hard as she could, watching as the cold water splashed onto Codi's face.

((Perhaps I’m intruding on some important plot thing, but…Connor? oO Who’s Connor?))

Muse was rather bored.
Her arms folded around her knees that lay curled under her chin, she watched as Codi’s subconscious flickered with memory and sensation. She was faintly reminded of the fluorescent lights lining the white ceiling that she faced so often in a life long forgotten; she remembered watching them endlessly, no matter what the doctors would say to her. They had no meaning, but the lights did. They signified her very essence, as she knew they were what kept her alive in that place.
Then one day, the light in the corner began flickering. Muse remembered watching it for days on end, waiting to see if it would come back in its full glory. The doctors noticed her distress and offered to send in the janitors, but she refused to let them touch it. The lights were hers. To replace them would be to replace her very soul.
And so the light continued to twitch; time passed and it grew steadily dimmer. Soon Muse forgot to sleep, as it was too dark for her comfort, the change of brightness hard on her eyelids when she was able to close them. Then it was only a dull murmur, and Muse forgot to eat. She migrated to the murky corner and waited faithfully for it to restore itself. So long as she was healthy then so would be her lights.
And she waited.
But that was many years ago; already the process of wading through these memories caused Muse some confusion and discomfort. She had grown used to the darkness here. She had never realized how nice it was to be away from that glare…
The thoughts intensified. Muse stood, head throbbing with lack of caffeine. A stimulus was pressing hard on the barriers. Bored with the silence that Codi’s unconsciousness presented, she allowed it to seep in, flooding the darkness with cold.
”Time to wake up!” Muse cackled, and was consumed.

Codi’s eyes fluttered, dull brown underneath her glasses, splashed with tiny droplets. Carefully she blinked—once, then twice—until the world around her swirled into view.
Was she home?
”I’m afraid not,” ventured Muse, an unusual amount of confusion in her voice, ”I would know if you were dreaming. Plus, isn’t that the girl who tried to kill herself by running into a door?”
Codi’s gaze swerved to her right, and she saw Vera wielding the damp cloth that had awoken her. Cautiously she craned her neck, getting a better look around.
”Where am I?” was the question gnawing at her brain. Fear crept through her limbs in the form of a quiet shiver, to which she felt her face grow hot and eyes become moist.
”Oh, you sissy,” Muse fibbed comfort with an imagined roll of her eyes, ”No use getting worked up. You’re not dead, are you?”
Good point. Codi sniffed, quickly reaching up and wiping her tear ducts. Her head throbbed.
Both Codi and Muse spoke this time: ”I need soda.” she stated blandly.

Patrick smiled sincerely upon the awakening of Codi and busted out laughing when she spoke. He made a show of craning his neck to look around the room before looking back down at her. "I don't believe there's any 'round here." An eyebrow rose as his smile took on a more worried tone. "There's water. and do you think you're alright to walk?"

Patrick turned his head and looked over his shoulder to where he heard another girl's voice come from. Opening his mouth to respond, he slammed it back shut with an audible 'click' when another odd noise reached his ears. Just as his eyebrows furrowed and a low growl began the journey from his chest to his throat, his phone vibrated in his pocket. Damn. Probably just him bitching at me. A grimace crept lethargically upon his lips at the mere thought. Regardless, he knew that he'd probably need to check it. He'd just have to wait though, since his hands were currently full.

Ignoring the continuously vibrating phone in his pocket, he easily covered up the grimace that had been plastered on his face and put on a concerned smile. "I think it is. This one's awake now." He dipped his head lower to point to Codi and raised it up again afterward. Things are getting very weird around here.

Vera's worried face broke into a beam when Codi woke up. Vera was about to reassure the agitated girl, when someone knocked on the door. Vera looked up, and saw another young girl standing in the doorway. A girl whose face... looked somewhat familiar...

Bang! Vera's head turned sharply towards the sudden noise from the hallway. Her ears pricked up, Vera could hear people in one of the room further along the hallway, someone moving, dragging heavy things around in the room, feet stomping... Her eyes had shut tightly together, as if trying to block the noise out of her ears. A vain effort, no doubt... But, was it? The noise had disappeared.

Vera opened her eyes at the girl's voice. She gazed at the people around her, who didn't seem to have heard anything. Probably just my imagination. Vera's eyes turned back to the girl in front of her, who had just introduced herself as Rose. Vera smiled, but her smile was a bit shaky, and forced. Vera looked up at Rose's familiar face, she was sure she never met her before, but why did she... Of course! The first face she saw in the house, the girl holding the lighter in the dark. "Hi, I am Vera," she held out her hand, in what she hoped was a friendly manner.