[b][Group B (Colt) - Infirmary, Second Floor Main Building][/b]

Colt was dragged from his depression upon hearing the journal, and in instinct he pointed two handguns at the origin of the sound. The minion glared the area down in confusion; with interest he hopped down from his seat and approached the desk. He looked at the chair, thinking for only a split second if there was someone else there. The book had opened by itself... was that a sign that...? Colt swiped the journal from the desk and... began to ravenously search it for bullets of any kind. He didn't bother reading any of the writing; at some points he would accidentally tear out a page or two in his frantic page flipping. When it came clear that there weren't any ammunition in the book, Colt threw it down on the floor in anger. "Dammit!" he kicked the book in fury. "What have I done to deserve this kind of punishment?!" Colt's fell back onto the desk, sitting on the floor with his back against it.

He felt the presence of another in the room, and he began to search it for any signs of life."I know you're there by the way!" Colt barked out into nothingness. Moments of silence later, he cupped his head in frustration. 

[b][Group B (Ketlin B) - West Hall (headed in east hall), Second Floor Main Building][/b]

"Ah! There you are," Ketlin stopped in front of her, sighing in relief. "You know, I just tried to save ya'. How'd you even get out of there anyway? That place was crazy looking! Some kind of corpse party if you ask me-"

[b]"L e t m e r i p y o u a p a r t y o u s t u p i d i g n o r a n t i d i o t"[/b]

The robot's upbeat attitude drained away as his eye narrowed on the girl. He eyed her up and down, realizing the intended purpose of the scissors. "Excuse me?" Ketlin puffed out his chest as to look intimidating; this failed to work however, as they were practically the same height. "Stupid ignorant idiot? Kind of a redundant name don't you think? Not a threatening one if you were going with [i]that[/i] approach," He scoffed,

"Didn't your mother teach you any better?"

Ketlin passed by her with the stereotypical 'talk to the hand' pose as he headed for the stairs. "Anyway, I'm done talkin' with ya... man, to think that I would dream up such a lame ass person like [i]that[/i]." He huffed, [i]still[/i] thinking this was his own nightmare. Ketlin decided it best to find his sidekick... hopefully he was decapitated or anything,