[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/Mp9GmbFg/image.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=bc8dbf]Location:[/color][/b] Room 12 -> the Galley
[b][color=bc8dbf]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]	For what felt like several hours yet in reality was only ten minutes, Vinnie had screamed and pounded on the wall, pleading for someone to come rescue her. She bruised her wrists in the assault and had to cease, as tears sprung to her eyes each time she hit against the cold, uncaring walls. The next ten minutes she spent frantically tearing apart the room, opening every drawer that she could, picking up the bedding and shaking them out and tossing them aside. By the time she had finished, now sitting across the wall and crying without restraint, it looked like a hurricane had swept through the living space. It wasn't pretty - it was an [i]ugly cry[/i]. She had lost all concept of time by the time she had quieted down, her voice hoarse from screaming and then crying. 

	As if the universe had just been waiting for her temper tantrum to conclude, a section of the wall slid and revealed a door. [color=bc8dbf]"I'm so confused,"[/color] Vinnie sniffled, drying her eyes with the back of her hands. She picked herself up off the ground, her hands shaking as she went over to the door and yanked it open, facing an oppressive hallway. [color=bc8dbf]"Am I in jail? Did I kill someone?"[/color] Vinnie asked, her eyes darting around nervously. [color=bc8dbf]"Can you be in jail if you don't remember doing it? Like, who even am I? Do I have a lawyer?"[/color] 

	She jumped out of her skin as a voice came on over the intercom. [color=bc8dbf]"What the crap?"[/color] she couldn't help but exclaim. For a brief second, she thought the voice had been a ghost - but no, that had [i]definitely[/i] been real. She'd heard that. Vinnie's eyes were red from crying. Her mind jumped, like a record skipping, as she then realized that there were other people there as well. Two of them gave names - Noah and Luke. The girl with the pink hair was objectively attractive and Vinnie gawked at her slightly, watching as she left. [color=bc8dbf]"Hot damn... I'd want fries with that shake..."[/color]

	A guy with curly black hair and a tan laughed, shaking his head a bit. He definitely seemed like he was more at ease with this situation than she was. Maybe she was the only one that didn't remember anything. Was that awkward? Would they ask her questions about... about whatever it was they did here? Was this some sort of weird internship in a hotel jail? The guy with the dark curly hair was walking confidently down the hallway to the galley and Vinnie hurried along, slipping inside right after him. 

	[color=d86615]"Raynor,"[/color] he introduced himself, grabbing a pastry. [color=d86615]"Thanks, hope you don't mind sharing with the class."[/color] He smirked at Gordon. 

	Vinnie took a seat as well, taking one of the bits of food since it looked to her like a communal thing - she hadn't seen the others go up to order and there was so much food in front of the guy, she figured it had to be for everyone. She didn't eat though, instead nervously picking at it with her fingers. [color=bc8dbf]"Well it's kinda hard to do an icebreaker, since I don't know who I am,"[/color] Vinnie blurted. She mentally kicked herself right after. She hadn't wanted to admit that to everyone. This was going to totally suck if everyone else remembered. [color=bc8dbf]"I'm Vinnie, by the way. Well it's short for Lavinia - but I like Vinnie way better. I'm sorry, I didn't ask, but it's okay if I have this, right? I don't know if there are rules here or anything... Is this like an orientation training program? Jail? Hotel? Is it a hostel? Maybe a ward for amnesiacs with no doctors and weird doors that aren't doors until the voice lady wakes up?"[/color]