[hr][center] [img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjE3OC42YThhOWEuUm1sdWJHVjVJRkp2ZHcsLC4wAAAA/hello-bunny.demo.png[/img] [img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLjAwMDAwMC5WSEpsYm5RZ1RXRmpSRzl1WVd4ay4w/sniper.regular.png[/img] [/center] [hr] Finding a place to rest seemed like a good idea. Finley looked down at Trent, who was resting up against their leg. Poor kid seemed exhausted. They offered Trent a hand up as the rest of the group began mobilizing towards the bank, pulling him to his feet. A bank didn't seem like a bad place to hunker down, it was likely easy to defend if the group was to be attacked again. They only wished that the interior wasn't so...creepy. This was...a lot fancier than how Finn remembered banks, but at least the lobby had several long couches. Finn put a hand on their friend’s shoulder, steering him slightly towards one of the couches. They assisted him in sitting down before sitting themself, on the floor, leaning their back against the armrest of the couch. Finn slowly lets out a sigh, resting their head back slightly and closing their eyes. They were starting to feel tired as well, stressed and strained from the crazy day. This whole time, seemingly taking Trent's lead, Finn had been silent. Allowing the elder members of the group to make theories about where they were and plans on how to escape. None of this seemed...real still. Somewhere in their mind they were still convinced that the pair were only a short bus ride from home. Slowly the lobby of the bank grew quiet, as several people began to rest and sleep. Finally Finn turned to Trent. [color=LightSteelBlue]"You sh-should try to sleep, I can try to find you...some...some water if you'd like?[/color] Trent groaned and rested his head in his hands. The lights in this place stung: everything stung. His head overflowed with static like a fountain. He just nodded at Finn’s suggestion and covered his eyes to block the light out. “Yeah...that’d be nice,” Trent choked out. Finn nods, standing slowly with a slight groan. Luckily water wasn’t hard to track down in the bank lobby, there was a top-loaded water cooler against one of the far walls. They walked slowly, quietly, not wanting to disturb the others or call attention to themself. Within a minute Finn returned, with a small paper cup full of water, offering it to Trent. [color=LightSteelBlue]”Here. I c-can get you another...if you’d like.”[/color] “T-thanks,” Trent said, taking the cup. He downed it in one gulp, shielding his eyes best he could as he drank. Then he crushed the cup in his hand and covered his face again. “I’m gonna...try to get some sleep,” Trent said. “My head…” He slowly lowered his head to the white velvet of the couch and pulled a matching couch pillow over his face, also stark white. [b]””[/b] Saint Jimmy whispered in his ear. [b]””[/b] “We’ll talk later,” Trent whispered. “Let me rest.” Finley was going to question why Trent was whispering into his pillow face-shield, they...hadn’t bothered him by speaking...had they? With a sigh Finn picked up the crushed cup, finding a trashcan and returning to the water cooler. They figured he might still be thirsty when he woke up. Returning to the couch Finley gently put the cup on the floor, and sat down themself. They leaned against the arm of the couch, and takes a deep breath. [hr] They...really didn’t know if they slept, or needed to sleep, but resting their eyes felt good. But Finley began to dream, or maybe they were still awake and hallucinating. They were in the bank, just as before, looking down at their reflection in one of the gleaming floor tiles. Their face began to distort and stretch, the corners of their mouth up turning into an uncanny and inhuman smile. They couldn't look away as the smile stretched farther and farther, but their eyes...those weren't their eyes. And they looked so scared. But their terror was cut short by a man screaming. Finley jolted out of their episode, looking around the room with wide eyes. Oh. It wasn't just a random man screaming, it was Hagan. Finn frowned. Poor guy, he must have been having a nightmare. As Zoey and some of the others turned to Hagan to question him, Finn turned to Trent. [color=LightSteelBlue]"Were you...able to s-sleep at all?"[/color] Trent’s eyes flickered open. His head hurt still, but less— it was bearable now. Groaning, Trent sat up on the couch and blinked hard in the fluorescent lights. This place felt so...sterile. “Yeah,” Trent said. “I’m...feeling a little better now. You?” Finn nods. [color=LightSteelBlue]“Yeah...I...I think I slept…”[/color] They pick at their fingernails for a moment, slowly looking back to the floor. They lower their voice. [color=LightSteelBlue]”H-hey Trent? Do you find it...weird? That these...people are...comfortable? With the idea they could be trapped in some weird city? Like this has happened to them before?”[/color] Trent looked around at the rest of the people in this room, slowly rising from their sleep, all of them supernatural from the looks of it. It was so strange to him how these people all seemed to know each other. It felt like he was in someone else’s story, like bit players in an Avenger’s movie or something. “They seem to know a lot more about…[i]what we are[/i]...than we do,” Trent replied. “At least we could learn some answers from them about how we ended up... like this.” Finn nods back to their friend, looking towards the larger group. If they were going to survive...this, and get home, they would need help. They slowly looked in the direction of Stacey, who had begun to quietly play his guitar. For a moment they instinctively smiled, just barely. This sent a wave of panic through them, their face once again returning to it’s neutral expression. Finley looks down at their reflection in the tiles. At least their face looked normal.