[h1][center]Room 125[/center][/h1]
[@RBYDark]

Another knock came through the steel door, its very mass luring the mind into believing the sound coming from eons away, a sound from a time long gone, yet still observable, if you knew how to look -or rather in this case, hear. A moment of silence followed, rapidly persued by two more knocks and the sound of movement, as if someone sat down next to the door. And if one, in this corridor of terrifying design and thought, stood close enough, one could hear a voice. 

[color=9e005d]"Dr. Jeremiah Dupree. Born 1882, same year the German discovered tuberculosis, and a man of great importance for America was born in New York. They call you "The Collector" and "Jerry", but your true only you know. You have kinds eyes and smile, reflecting your soul...your mind. You saw him jump from that tower, Dr. Atkins, didn't you? You and your friends, you seek answers, but you do not realize the dire implecations your quest for answers carries...The boy will come back."[/color]

The sound of a woman got quiet for a minute, only the voices of the other residents audible through their metal cages in the most distorted of ways. One would think that this was all simply tricks of the mind, hadn't the voice continued after a while. 

[color=9e005d]"Mr. Colombo sent word of you, I'm sorry it disturbed you, but it was needed. And now you're all coming here to talk, to seek answers. So while we wait for your friends, ask what you can only ask through this physical barrier, Doctor."[/color]


[h1][center]Room 64[/center][/h1]
[@Sigurd]

[color=f7976a]"Come in!"[/color]

As the door slowly swung open, a loud creak of rusty hinges from the old door masking any sound of foot steps from the visitor. It was a dimly lit room, one barely able to see hadn't it been for the light flowing in from the doorway and the small, barred up window further up on the wall. It would have been a room worth looking over your shoulder for.

But there stood simply a young woman; a pretty woman in hospital gowns, reaching into the drawers of a desk that stood at the end of the room. She casually continued to search through the drawers, looking up briefly with a smile of an angle meant for Emil, a kind look in her eyes, before she returned to the drawers. 

[color=f7976a]"I'm sorry, Sir, but if you're looking for Dr. Gabrowski, he's on a tour with students from Miskatonic University. Or are you just lost? You look a bit lost, no offense...I sometimes get lost here as well, even after having worked here for so long. The bathroom is just across the hall if you need that. Or are you visiting someone?"[/color]

The woman looked up at Emil again at the end of that sentence, still a kind smile on her face - one that would warm anyone's heart and certainly make any man's blood boil from excitment - , as she pulled up a key in plain sight. And on the key, if one looked closely, you could make out a number hammered into the metal. 

[i][color=9e005d]125[/color][/i]