IC: Amaranth Desire, ohgodnotagain

The headache was coming back. She could feel it. The tapping, the thumping, the complete and utter pandemonium of whatever those accursed creatures were. She barely tolerated it, the little feet like a full on drum roll in her mind, the metal pattering the cymbals to the concrete's thumping. She winced, her right hand going to her temple, her feathers sticking up to their maximum height--but she couldn't afford to turn it off, she needed to be able to hear whatever they were coming if they decided to change from their current strategy of remaining hidden.

Still, she was definitely glad she'd have Saturday and Sunday to find a quiet place to sleep.

As her hand fell to her side, it brushed past the glasses Lauren had given her earlier--and with a flash of remembrance, Amy put them on, popping the earplugs in, and adjusting the control dials to drop the loudest sound in the environment to a reasonable level while not dimming the sounds that had a lower decibel rating.

At the sight of the man lying in the floor, her focus and enhanced vision revealed strange marks around his neck. Strange in quality, not cause.

"Looks like someone tried to squeeze his neck. Hard."

At a sideways glance from Lauren, she shrugged and looked directly forward, mouthing [i]some people are into weird stuff.[/i]