[center][i]Noise.
So much noise.
Ruining the peaceful dreams Riley dwelled within.[/i][/center]

While the others didn’t have such a peaceful slumber, and rather, woke up in overwhelming fear. The figure that dwelled within the coffin engraved with a simple number [b]three[/b] quietly arose from his comatose, realizing that he was encased within the coffin immediately accelerated his heartbeat - but not in the sense you might think. The claustrophobic space enthralled Riley, and the face set right in eyeshot only fueled this fire. Two hands pressed up at the wood, the sensation weak, old wood that wasn’t meant to entrap but instead to simply hold. The structure splintered with just a bit a pressure, creasing through the creaking wood as it cracked and bursting open.

He rose from the coffin torso first like a mummy who’s curse had just been passed down upon a group of poor treasure hunters. It was lethargic, Riley was not someone who really - they weren’t a morning person. His head turned till his neck popped, and then the girlish boy reached his left hand up towards his head scratching digits loosely through his messy hair as he looked around. Was it Halloween? No, that wasn’t till later on, and everyone seemed to have been freaking out rather intensely! Maybe they should feign panic too? I mean, yeah, the image of her father meant that someone knew about his death and the involvement Riley had in that whole endeavor - but it could’ve just been a jab? It was too soon to draw conclusions, so instead Riley decided to distinguish everyone else’s situations first and foremost.

His eyes peeled from the people in the room, they had all seemingly been trapped in coffins as well. But was more curious was the wound on his hand that he had just noticed, and the blood rules painted rather unfashionably upon the wall. Was it paint? Wait it blood harvested from a person? Was it their blood? Too many questions, too little time, the reactions of the others now frightened Riley not because of their panic being contagious or anything of that ilk but rather - the uncertainty. 

[color=black]”So there’s some rules. I think we should just remain calm, take things one step at a time and not panic - let’s ply along. If this does end up being some sick joke, it won’t last long - if we were actually kidnapped, the police will be looking for us all soon. And before someone jumps down my throat for barking orders, my name is Riley Velskaya! Now you know my name, so, there’s some collateral.”[/color]

The boy flashed the others a reassuring and genuine smile, placing his hands at the edges of the coffin and pressing himself up to stand and crawl out of the casket. As he came to his feet Riley dusted himself off a few times before pacing quietly and idly towards the aforementioned wall with the blood lettered upon it. His left hand’s index finger raised up to tap at his bottom lip a few times before extending it out to touch the drying viscous substance adhering some to stick upon the digit and bringing it into his mouth. And then - he would just ... Hum in curiosity. He would then childishly turn on his toes to face the others confirming such a thing.

[color=Black]”I do declare, that is blood - metallic and a little chunky.”[/color] His nostrils flared as the delayed reeling of disgust finally kicked in, spitting the diluted saliva out and blowing a few raspberries as well to attempt to dispel the horrible flavor. What was he thinking?