[center][b][i][h2]Myriam Riley Cassedy[/h2][/i][/b]

[h3]Location: Room 18 - hallway[/h3]
Interacting with: [@Jinxer][@SheriffLlama][@HecateProxy]
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Myriam woke up with a groan, her head was feeling heavy and dizzy. She could see the sun through her still closed eyes, so it must be at least some kind of after-morning. But when she opened her eyes, she noticed that no sun had woken her and no trains were near. Instead she was lying on a comfortable bed in a nice, clean room that was certainly not hers, nor anywhere found in her home or her friend's houses. She frowned. [i]Where am I?[/i]

Slowly, very slowly, she sat up like in slowmotion. Her head wasn't really having any quick movements right now and she didn't dare to begin a discussion with it. She looked around and decided that wherever she was, she had never seen this room before.

Now being certain she was nowhere familiar, her head was on edge and her senses sharpened as best as they could with the pounding in her head. Something itched on her arm and she scratched - and found a little red dot like from a needle. She panicked slightly but forced herself to keep calm. 

[i]Okay, so you are in an unknown room - without window... nothing unusaly... not at all. And so you have a weird dot looking like from a needle. Doesn't mean someone drugged you and kidnapped you. Not at all. All is fine.[/i] 

She shook her head, which she regretted immediately. The pain sharpened in her brain and she quickly moved to the door - locked. She groaned. Now the scenery was getting more frightening. Her second attempt had more luck, the door was unlocked. But only led into a bathroom. She used the toilet and checked her head for any injuries that would explain her headache, but there was none. After checking also the rest of her body as quickly as she could she decided that nothing had changed from when she last saw it, except for the needle-dot, which was still making her mind cringe.

The grabbed a brush and brushed her hair - not for looking good! But for getting her messy hair out of her eyes to have better view. She would have loved to put it in a tight ponytail. She didn't hear the [i]click[/i] of the door unlocking, because she was looking through the whole bathroom for anything useful. But she could not find anything that would be helpful. Not even a scissor was lying around. She doubted she could protect herself with a toothbrush.

Returning to the bedroom, she tried the door again - hope is the last thing you lose, right? And surprisingly it opened. She stepped out carefully and looked back at the door to see if it was labelled. Indeed it had a single number written on it. [i]18.[/i]

She turned her head and noticed three other figures standing in the white hallway. She held the door slightly opened, just in case she had to hide in her room and shut it quickly. But she more than anything hoped those guys had answers.

Reliving her last memory - running away, sleeping at the train station -, she figured that this place was probably a safe haven for runaway kids or any kind of hospital - that would explain the needle-dot too. Maybe they found her at the train station and couldn't wake her and just took her to take care of her. Yes that has to be it. They ran some tests and gave her something that would help her in any kind. [i]God, and I thought they kidnapped me. I am so paranoid.[/i]

With a weak voice she called out to the others. [color=lightblue]"Hey!"[/color] They would sure know what exactly this was.