[center][h1][u][color=ed145b]Irina Ivanov[/color][/u][/h1]
[color=ed145b]Still at the Lounge - Abel/NIkolai[/color] [/center]

After speaking with Nikolai, Irina had kept quiet while waiting for his response. It was then when things became a little worrisome for the teenager. Abel had once again began to lose it, and Irina began to freak out, fearing that she would hear and see what Abel was experiencing as well. Fortunately, it did not seem to happen again as she thought. 

"[color=ed145b]Abe...[/color]"

With wide, and some what fear filled eyes, Irina watched as Abel began to shout at ‘cameras’ that must have been around them. She could not see any thing except for the solid walls and what ever decor was placed on them. She had turned quickly to Nikolai for some type of reassurance, or sign. Had she missed something? Was she not told something? Nikolai didn’t give Irina the response she had been hoping for, so she turned her attention back on Abel. Her full lips pouted out a bit as she frowned, wishing she could help him or understand what he was seeing. Were they really being watched?

Almost as if one cue, a voice came on the intercom which interrupted everything that was going on through Irina’s head. The young woman looked up to face the ceiling like an idiot as she tried to find the source of the voice, but to no avail. It was attempting to appease them, so it seemed. Trying to calm them in the most reasonable manner and then instructed them to head to an auditorium. 

“[color=ed145b]Auditorium?[/color]” Irina’s voice was a bit more high pitched, having gone up an octave as the panic began to fill her again. If she couldn’t handle being in the cafeteria with [i]some[/i] people, then how could she handle being in an auditorium with everyone? 

[i]’I guess I have no choice’[/i], she thought as she pushed herself off of the couch and began making her way to the doorway, slowing to a stop at the edge of the doorway and peering into the hall. She could hear the indistinct chatter of everyone that had probably already began to make their way into their meeting place. “[color=ed145b]I can’t go in there. I can already hear them with my ears. If i hear them in my head, I don’t think I’d be able to take it.[/color]” 

Irina looked down at her hands, letting her soft, black curls cover her face as she pondered the situation if she were to choose to join everyone. She had to though. She didn’t want to be alone in her room. What if something bad happened to her and no one was there to help? 

[i]’If they go, I go.'[/i] 

It was decided. She refused to stay alone, so she would take the risk. Secretly, she wished that they’d say no to the meeting, but she knew that their curiosity would win.



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