[color=gray][right][h1][color=2F4F80]Vesper Laurier[/color][/h1][color=2F4F80]Mentions:[/color] None ([@N/A])
[color=2F4F80]Location:[/color] Apartment Complex Lobby[/right][hr][hr]
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The tattooed fingers of Vesper's left hand drummed uneasily against her bicep as she leaned against a wall in the lobby of her apartment complex, alongside a number of other inhabitants. Through her head ran an erratic stream of thoughts- not like when she'd gone too long without a drink, no- but now because she was trying to come up with any sane explanation for what was happening outside.

The day had started normally enough. Having been a day off for the girl, she decided to sleep in until afternoon arrived, at which point she lazed around her apartment, watching TV and munching on lucky charms cereal. Her day went by uninterrupted as usual, her doodling of prospective tattoo ideas accompanied only by the quiet sound of the TV in the corner and rock music playing slightly louder from the radio next to her. But the unbroken routine wouldn't remain so for long.
As the radio tune simmered down to an end, Vesper heard a sound which instantly made her skin crawl.

A blood-curdling scream pierced the air, reaching Vesper's ears through the street-facing window of what she called her living room. She did a double take towards the window, her hair standing on end as she felt a chill run through her. She'd heard a similar scream only a couple times- when someone was being robbed or something. But this time it was different. It wasn't just a scream rooted in fear, it felt...[i]more[/i] than terrified. The sense of dread that such a sound sent crawling through her skin was.. unnerving, to understate it. But what may have been more concerning was that it wasn't just a singular scream. It was several. And they were accompanied by the sharp sound of glass shattering, and even the deep, wincing groan of metal being crushed. Vesper stood up and dropped her doodling pad, her gaze set on the seemingly now-opaque window.

Normally she would have passed the screaming off as some sort of robbery and mark herself uninterested, seeing as there was little she'd be able to do to help - but something felt...wrong. She hurriedly walked up to the window and looked down at the street below- or at least, she would've could she see two feet past the glass. It seemed as though a thick fog had rolled into the area. That wasn't particularly concerning in and of itself, but it seemed this fog was more dense than any she'd ever seen. Though seeing it did help to lower her heartrate a bit. Of course. Someone had just crashed their car. The fog made it difficult to see, so it was only natural. The internal explanation did only a little to calm the almost-queasy feeling in her gut. She drifted closer to the window, almost touching the glass with her ear as she listened further, hoping that anything she'd be able to hear would reassure the normalcy of the situation. There was nothing- no engine desperately turning to function, no screams of pain.

She was torn away from her internal thoughts as the next song on the radio started up. She backed away from the window and turned to shut off the radio. Vesper wasn't sure what to do. What could she help by going down to the lobby and trying to figure out what happened? There were others much more qualified for such a thing. But even still. It felt wrong to sit in her apartment alone after hearing the awful shrieks she just had. She decided to put on something a little more modest than just her underwear, slipping on some sweatpants and throwing on a grey t-shirt plus her leather jacket. She grabbed her keys and paused, looking back at the window before leaving the apartment and locking the door behind her.

And now here she was, standing in the lobby with a bunch of strangers. It seemed nobody really knew what was going on either, it seemed to her. But everyone looked like they were on edge. And perhaps for good reason. The dark-haired girl watched as the others talked hushedly amongst themselves, the worry in their voices and postures evident. Some were more vocal than others, though.

Vesper was content to keep her racing thoughts to herself, still trying to come up with something- [i]anything[/i]. What could possibly be going on? It seemed one particularly brave individual- a brown-haired man looking to be a mechanic of some sort- was willing to leave the relative safety of the lobby to find out. Part of her didn't find that a particularly great idea- they had no idea what was going on. But would they ever find out if they didn't try? She held back a warning, shifting a bit closer to the door from her further back position in the lobby.
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