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[color=C1CDCD]Location:[/color] Personal Containment Hall [Yellow ward][/right][hr][hr][indent]
The trio hadn’t even been walking for a handful of seconds before they were stopped in their tracks by yet another source of heavy banging noises that left a light ringing aloft in the air. Then there was a pause.

Casey felt his heart thumping in his chest during the silence. Those other sounds from a few moments ago, they’d been in the distance. But these were coming from somewhere ahead of them, down the very hall in which they were standing. He felt his foot shift an inch backwards as the noises continued, but this time with a metallic screeching filling the air. He moved his hand back, only to find that it was now empty - his young companion has slipped away and was moving behind the girl with them.

Wasn’t he scared? No, Casey could feel that he was scared. But if that was the case, why had the boy moved forward when Casey’s own feet wanted to move backwards? He hesitated, but eventually forced himself to move forward, stepping to stand beside the two other individuals he shared the hall with. They moved forward step-by-step until finally the visage of a young girl came into view.

Casey’s head tilted up slightly, his large white pupil-less eyes moving past the girl and to the door behind her -- or rather, what used to be a door. It looked [i]very[/i] broken. She had...no. There had to have been a malfunction or something. His eyes turned down to his hands, looking at the inky wisps flowing hesitantly around his wrists and hands. What the hell was going on?

His face turned up again to look at the new figure. Were they.. they weren’t normal, were they? [i]He[/i] clearly wasn’t. His gaze shifted once again to the boy in front of him. Was he abnormal? And what about the woman? Where’d she get that weapon?? She seemed just as clueless as he was. His thoughts were racing, and he honestly didn’t know what to even do at this point. All he knew was that the three figures standing in front of him all [i]seemed[/i] to be in the same boat - at least he assumed so for the young girl; she had come from a room similar to theirs after all.

Well, there was another thing he knew. They had to find someone to tell them what was going on and where they were.

He felt his gaze pull from those in front of him and to a shape in the corner of his eye. A wide corridor. He looked between his companions and the corridor, hesitantly stepping forward to try and get a good look at what was there. He half-turned back as he began walking, motioning for the three of them to come along. He didn’t know who any of them were, but two of them seemed to young to know any more than he did, and the woman didn’t seem to be hiding anything - so it made sense for them to stick together. He just hoped they weren’t freaking out internally about his appearan-

Wait..

He paused, tilting his head ever so slightly. Did he hear...voices? It took him a few more hesitant steps before he was in motion again, lulling the length of his steps so the group could stick close together. Were those voices someone who could help them? Or were they more people like them, not knowing where the hell they were or why?

He slowed as he approached a turn in the corridor, looking back behind him at his companions to make sure they were still close. He turned forward, peeking his head out to see what was there.

He felt his heart skip a beat as the short tendrils on his head laid back and wiggled anxiously. Four figures. He could hear their voices well enough to discern what they were saying now, but he wasn’t paying attention much. What his brain focused on was that they were dressed the exactly the same as he and his companions - like prisoners of some sort. There was no doubt about it with the matching clothes and the wrist/neck manacles - they were definitely meant to be contained or something. But why? Maybe it didn’t matter, because he felt his muscles relax somewhat.

If they were in the same situation as him, they wouldn’t know anything either, presumably. The term [i]‘safety in numbers’[/i] popped into his head. It made enough sense. He looked to the three other people he’d been traveling the halls with, motioning encouragingly as he stepped side ways away from the ‘concealment’ that the corner offered.

He turned his gaze to the hall where the four other individuals were - it seemed they’d found what seemed to be the cafeteria. He couldn’t exactly see what it looked like inside unless he approached, but he was sure it’d look just like any normal cafeteria would.

He raised a hand to wave and let out a call on instinct, but once again came up without success. Not being able to speak was [i]really[/i] limiting, he had come to realize. He hoped this new group wouldn’t be phased by his appearance - it was a stroke of luck that the two young ones and the long-haired woman he’d already met hadn’t ran away, considering he couldn’t put them at ease verbally.
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