[color=f26522][h3]Gregory Irving[/h3][hr][hr][/color] A half-eaten sandwich stopped half-way to Gregory’s mouth as the door’s opened and a pair of guards beelined towards him. Grunting as one of them motioned for him to get up with the firearm, he rolled off the seat and swiped his phone from a nearby table. Even that little detour was enough for the guard to take aim and an exasperated sigh ripped free as he hurried out of the room in compliance, lest he got a crack to the skull. 

The dilapidated city was a depressing sight as far as things went. Even without the guards to hurry them along, Gregory marched at a rather brisk pace. There didn’t seem to be anything, but unhappiness in these streets and he didn’t really want to linger about. Hesitating briefly when someone jumped in their path, he flinched as sharp crack of gunfire nearly deafened him. 

Freezing as the red began to pool and the spark of life faded from the teenager’s eyes, he flinched as a wail of pain and grief assaulted his ears. This was what he was going to use this place for? With such thoughts chasing him, he didn’t need either of their escorts to prod him back into moving as he hurried to escape the scene.

It was a few minutes until their destination came into sight, and he tilted his head as he looked back at the guards. If they were bothered by the size of the next “game’s” map, then they didn’t give any sign as they motioned for him and Sophia to enter. As they were led through the house though, Gregory made sure to try and take in as many details as he could. If his hiding space was this limited, then he needed to make the best of things.

Grunting as he was pushed into the bathroom, he flipped the guard off with a scowl as the door was closed on him. [color=f26522]“Seriously…”[/color] They were at the furthest point from where the teams would start, probably, so he could just camp it out in here. If things went well, they’d run into each other first, fight it out, and the healers wouldn’t even be touched. 

The chances of that actually happening though? With a sigh, he shook his head and decided to try and make things a bit more difficult for the two teams. There wasn’t really anything he could do with how many windows the building sported, but he could block off the more obvious routes into the house. Maybe funnel the two teams together and hopefully they’d duke it out among themselves. Rolling his neck, he left the bathroom to get to work. 

They were probably fetching the two teams now, so that meant he probably had 10 or so minutes to go about his business. Taking the stairs down a few at a time, he hit the ground floor in a crouch and glanced around quickly. “So many damn windows,” he muttered to himself as he hurried over towards the front door. Hefting the couch upwards so it leaned against the door took a few moments, as did moving the two seats to help support it. Given the pair of windows right next to the front door, he didn’t bother to spend more effort than that.

Blocking off the back door was a simple enough affair of dragging the dining room table and propping it in such a manner that it jammed against the walls, allowing the door to only swing open about halfway. The chairs managed to plug in the gap and block off the back door completely. He stared at the heavy fridge for a few moments before giving up on the idea. He could probably drag it into position, but the effort wasn’t worth it. Looking around the floor once again, he smirked as an idea came to mind. Moving quickly, he turned on every faucet and shower he could find before he clogged up the drains. Watching as the water began to pool and flood onto the floor, he nodded to himself and hoped there was enough time to get the floor wet. 

There weren’t too many appliances he could find, but a few sharp tugs managed to break apart the cords. Peeling away the insulation from the breaks, he carefully spread apart the exposed wires before finding a relatively hidden port to plug them into. Only to blink a few times as nothing seemed to happen. Staring at the exposed wires, he frowned a bit, but didn’t dare check if they were actually live. Whatever, they might decide to work at some point, so he left them plugged in.

[color=f26522]“Fuck,”[/color] he muttered moments later as he watched the sigil circle around the toilet. With a grunt, he dragged his hand across the floor from outside the bathroom, he finished the line with a flourish. Flinching as glass, ceramic and tiles shattered, he raised an arm to shield his eyes from the dust and water that rushed out of the trashed room. Sure enough though, the destroyed piping was spraying water and flooding the area at a far faster pace now.

Booking it back up to the second floor, he sighed and took a few moments to catch his breath. Looking around, the most obvious place to start was dragging the couch and seats to block off the door that led to the terrace outside. There wasn’t much else to do here, but electronics were plenty and there were two bathrooms to work with here. Two more trashed bathrooms, a few plugged in and damaged cores, and some toppled over dressers just to make searching them slightly more annoying, and Gregory hurried back up onto the third floor. 

Huffing a bit, he felt surprisingly alright with the recent turns of events. Turns out trashing a place was surprisingly cathartic. The double doors that led to the open terrace was sort of annoying though. He didn’t want to try his luck at bringing the roof down at blocking it, and there wasn’t really anything else to work with. With a shake of his head, he ignored that as an unsolvable problem for the moment and busied himself with dealing with the stairs. Nuding the couch over towards the glass railings, he tipped it onto its end before letting his power run through it. 

Pushing it over the edge, the couch continued to hover mid-air even as Gregory grimaced. Running a hand down along the wall next to him, he felt a few beads of sweat run down his face even as he managed to touch the floor. With a sharp gasp, he snapped his hand away and winced at the rush of air that hit him as the couch accelerated from 0 to 100. There was a heavy thud and crash as stairs simply gave way, splintering and shattering into pieces. Peering over the edge, it looked like the couch had managed to destroy both flights of stairs that led up from the ground to the first and the first to the second. 

Well, he had three more chairs to use as ammo, so with a heavy sigh he got to work. The first one cracked through the stairs heading down onto the first floor before embedding itself into the drywall. The second, with the path cleared, managed to crack through the stairs beneath. And the third nailed what little remained of the flight of stairs up from the ground floor. Resisting the urge to fall backwards, Gregory instead grabbed one of the lamps and made his way back into the bedroom. There, he collapsed onto the bed with a heavy sigh even as he kicked off the lamp’s base, and bashed off the light fixture to leave him with a metal pole.