[center][h2]FY-1427-AP: [color=yellow]Yellow Wing[/color][/h2][/center]
[color=goldenrod]"Infernal door."[/color] The girl muttered under her breath. Since waking up in this small room she'd had little to do but explore the contents that accompanied her. For the structure around her was well equipped to keep her contained. The door was solid and smooth, nothing with which the get a hand hold. The walls were just as sturdy. Putting her head against the door she could hear a slight hum. Throwing a chair at the obstacle the poor piece of furniture didn't stand a chance and broke apart on impact. It did glean a small tidbit of information, the thing was magnetized as parts of the chair clung in place.

Having resigned to staying put being the only option the girl set herself to looking over the books and papers in the desk. Books, homework, stories... nothing particularly telling other than she was learning to speak English in particular, seemingly from Romanian. Shuffling through everything there were numerous references to FY-1427-AP. Must be her, whatever that meant. Locating a journal she flipped through the pages. Several were missing, having been completely torn out. Most entries were vague, almost cryptic even. Surely all of this was hers. Even testing some writing of her own it matched the look at feel. But she had no recollection of any of it.

Most of the stuff was uninteresting at the moment. Having destroyed the chair she took the journal and a bur puzzle back to the bed. If she was stuck at the very least she would keep occupied. Whilst reading she could have sworn she'd heard something outside the door. It was light, barely audible through the solid object. As briefly as it was heard it was gone. Her mind playing tricks on her already? Only a few minutes later the seeming tranquility was shattered as a screeching sound penetrated even into the bunker of a room. Lights going out the space was plunged into darkness. The sound of objects falling came through the void. Thankfully the pitch didn't last long as lights came back on. Well, some kind of light anyway. 

Frantically looking around she was still alone which was a relief on one hand and terrifying on another. What the hell was going on? Releasing her grip she had mangled the frame of her bed when she'd grabbed it on impulse. Seeing the shape of the thing was something of a revelation. Made maybe the smallest amount of the journal make sense. Eyes turning to the door the bent parts of chair that had stuck to the door before now lay on the ground. Curious she approached again. No hum. Putting a hand against the door and pushing it budged ever so slightly as it was no longer receiving the needed power to keep it stationary. After some attempts to push the thing down she stepped back. There were slight indentations where she had been pushing against the thing with her hands. It had been groaning under the pressure but held. Well it wasn't immovable so maybe it had to slide, and slide it would, upward.

Outside in the hall of the Yellow wing a loud ringing of metal being struck by something massive would echo out. Over and over as something desperately fought to get out. The sound stopped for a moment before a new, perhaps worse sound followed. The screeching of metal against metal as a distended door down the hall was forcibly pulled open. Well and truly wedged in an open state. A few seconds later an almost five foot nothing girl stepped out and glanced around cautiously. She'd pocked the small journal and a pencil before making her exit. Somehow she had expected more of a reaction to someone breaking out of a steel prison. At first glance there didn't seem to be anyone, but then she saw, or thought she saw at least, someone further down. Reaching down she picked up a chair leg and carefully made her way toward what she could only assume were the people keeping her here. Food wasn't on her mind at the moment with the adrenaline pumping. Surely they had heard her escape. You'd have to have been deaf to miss it. Better safe than sorry though.