Isabella @Surtr Inc@Atrophy@He Who Walks Behind@Prosaic@FernStone@Mike73
Isabella followed along with Brittney, who was her one real connection to this group. She'd smiled at Billy's insanity plea comment. Seemed about fitting. There probably wasn't going to be anything that weird here, anyway. She made a note to talk to him later and get to know someone other than Brittney a bit better. They'd bumped into each other while Isabella was moving in and hit it off. Isabella liked to think she had pretty good instincts for people, and she was sure she'd get the others to warm up to her sooner rather than later. After all, everybody went to college to meet other people. Granted, a haunted house was a kind of strange icebreaker event, but she figured it was better than the usual orientation activities people had to do. Isabella had run out of fun facts about herself.
"Oooh, creepy basement," Isabella said, looking around. This place was...musty. Isabella wrinkled up her nose and pulled her hair back into a knot. She figured they'd probably be getting on their hands and knees, crawling around, doing Scooby Doo stuff. She slid her shoes on, anticiipating some tetanus-ridden nails lying around. Although she supposed she didn't really need to worry about that - Isabella didn't get sick too often.
Brittney was staring at some marks on the ground while Isabella perused through this guy's stuff. "Worse than a yard sale in here," she muttered, looking through all of his crap. "How are we supposed to - "
There was a large, painful-sounding noise from upstairs and Isabella yelped, starting for a second. Were there earthquakes here? Were basements safe in earthquakes? Even if it was, were these shelves going to rain down a lifetime's worth of useless shit on her to kill her? Isabella had these thoughts run through her head before Brittany took off upstairs. Isabella stood there for a moment, gathering her wits. "Well, um, I'm coming too!" she said to no one in particular, moving up the stairs a bit slower than Brittany had. She was not afraid, per se, but she figured tripping and falling in a crisis situation was not going to help anyone. Also, the jury was still out on the earthquake situation, so holding onto the handrail was probably wise.
Isabella came up into the ground floor of the house and quickly took in the situation. There was a guy who was badly hurt - Cheryl, Isabella thought her name was? And there was some kind of monster that Brittany had crucified with a stick. Isabella blinked for a moment. This made more sense to her than it should have - even after moving away so young, she'd had strange dreams of this place, of things she couldn't name and could barely remember. Perhaps it was that, or the adrenaline, or the need to focus on what was happening and not the horrifying wrongness of what was going on, but Isabella took a deep breath and soldiered on. Isabella, somehow, felt like she could tell who was outside the house, and just barely feel something like a swarm coming towards them. These things, she decided, would wait until things were significantly less panicked to be resolved.
"I can help him," Isabella said, not really sure if anyone was listening. She wasn't a doctor, but she'd always been good at helping take care of people. Besides, if Brittney was throwing trees through people, Isabella sincerely doubted she was really going to contribute to any monster-slaying. Besides, if the unconscious girl was creating this problem (Isabella was catching bits and pieces of what was going on) she figured a calming presence might be more help than her getting in the way. Isabella scrambled over to Justin. Through one of the yet-to-be-barricaded windows, the light of the setting sun fell softly on them. Unconscious, he still appeared to be in a bit of pain. Isabella took deep breaths and pulled Justin's hair off his face and . "Yeah, this is probably the shittiest first school day I've ever had," she muttered. She glanced at the windows, which the group was hurriedly trying to patch up. Isabella did not feel the need to vocalize this, but it was not going to do any good. She could feel despair slithering up through her, from somewhere dark and far away. They will slip through the cracks. They always do.
Isabella checked Justin's pulse. It felt a little steadier, and his skin felt warmer. That was good - it meant he wasn't going into shock, right? In fact, Isabella thought his neck was looking better too, but perhaps that was just her imagination. No, it wasn't. The deep bruises that had already begun to form were definitely receding. That was nice. That was good.
A lizard scrambled out of some forgotten corner of the house and to the narrowing sunbeam beside Isabella. "You should probably leave, buddy," Isabella said to him. He stared at her blankly. A hornet flew by and the lizard's tongue darted out and ensnared it in one quick motion.
Isabella blinked. "Actually, you can stay. Or bring friends." Isabella stroked Jutsin's hair a bit more, trying to project good vibes and not totally sure what else to do. In the stress of the situation, she did not notice it, but the Sigil across her back began to glow very faintly, and the air warmed up. What little sunlight was able to get into the house grew stronger and brighter, if only a bit.
"You're gonna be totally fine," Isabella said with forced cheerfulness. We are totally fucked.