[b]Dieter Brauer[/b]

Dieter wasn't sure how, but he'd managed to lose the taller man in the end. Or at least, he assumed he'd lost him; could be that the guy was still stalking him somewhere, or separated on his own accord. He didn't know, nor did he really care; he was much more interested in seeing what awaited him at the entrance way. Would it be a bunch of upperclassmen in funny hats, announcing the success of their hazing prank? Or would it be a bunch of dark clad men informing him that he'd been kidnapped, or... or officials demanding for his arrest for his 'crimes against humanity'? Dieter's steps slowed as he drew closer to the answer.

One step, two steps and he stepped into a large open area, filled with similar security measures as the classrooms held, just amped up to eleven. There was an actual, huge gun hanging from the ceiling, pointing towards the humongous metallic gate that barricaded what he assumed to be the exit. There were other people present as well, but none of them had the face of a hazer - rather, they all seemed just as confused as he was. Someone was even on their knees in panic! So this... wasn't any of the options he'd thought of so far? That didn't reassure him, not one bit. His eyes shot back up at the gun hanging from the ceiling, but instead of his gaze carrying a scared look like it had up until now, he seemed more... intrigued, than anything. He'd used guns against people in the past, of course. Shooting people in nonlethal places was one of the most basic forms of torture, after all, but he had never used anything quite this large before. Part of him couldn't help but grow curious - what would be left of a human if they were hit by that?

"Nothing..." he mumbled to himself as if to answer his own, unspoken question, his voice not as shaky as it had been earlier. He sounded almost bored. "Get shot by that thing and every single inch of tissue in your body will rip apart, easily like paper... It'd be over in a few seconds. You wouldn't be able too feel anything before dying - the initial shock would carry long enough for you to die before it fades."

He scoffed. "In other words, an useless machine."

Just then, he remembered where he was. Snapping out of his thoughts, fear returned to his face. Oh, right, people. And there appeared to someone standing directly to his right; a pink-haired boy in a blue hoodie, seeming unnaturally happy despite the predicament. Dieter inched a bit away from him, awkward and not knowing what to do.

"U-uh..." he began, nervous, not sure where to lay his gaze or if he should talk to the other or not. 

[b]Fyodor “Fedya” Vasnetsov[/b]

Done with his own little quest, Fedya started his peaceful trek towards the entrance way. He had pulled his mask back on his face and pushed his hands into his pockets as he walked, not showing a sign of hurry. He wanted to take the opportunity to look around as he walked. The situation interested him immensely. He couldn't say that he wasn't at all worried - of course a part of any person would be concerned if they woke up in an apparently inescapable building with what appeared to be a form of amnesia - but he wasn't enough so to really let it affect his smile. After all, when all was said and done, this was just one big puzzle, and finding out the answer to that ought to prove interesting. He'd wanted to find the "truth" for so long. Who knew, maybe he'd find it here?

Fedya chuckled as he finally reached the entrance way and stepped in. As if. There wasn't such thing as truth.

"Ooh, so many people~!" He exclaimed out loud the second he entered, one hand raised to his forehead as he leaned in to take a better look. The barred windows nor the gun did really anything to faze him - after all, during his little trip around the first floor, he'd seen similar things. Whoever decorated this place had a one-track mind. Oh, well. He shouldn't be too judging. Aaand he had better things to do, anyway. He wanted to get to know all these people. Interaction was one of his favorite past times, in addition to swimming and skiing. Or... nah, he hated swimming. And had he even done skiing before? Hum. He tilted his head. Ah, anyway.

As he looked around for someone easy to talk to, Fedya happened to notice a girl who tried to stay on the sidelines, most likely trying to avoid being seen. Perfect, this one! He walked up to her, mask still in place and leaned on the wall next to her. He bent down a tad, just enough to be a bit closer to her height.

"Oh, alone here, aren't we?" He questioned playfully, the smirk on his face audible in his words. "Aah, that's so dangerous though, so dangerous. Last time I was kidnapped here, the unsocial ones were the first ones to be picked for 'testing'. I guess that's why I survived! I tend to talk a lot. Sometimes too much. Ah, but then, did you know that not using your voice for a long time can lead to throat deceases? So you could say, I'm preparing for the future! So," he stopped his ramblings for a moment and continued, calmer: "What's your name?"