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The men didn't seem to be too happy about having to deal with Noelle's screaming. The shortest of them clasped his hands to his ears, groaning as he collapsed on the floor. The other one cursed rather loudly, wincing as he found his way out of the room and back out into the polished white hallway. Whitney, however, couldn't help but feel anxious. That, and she felt sorry for the neon-haired woman in front of her. She frowned as she sat upon the bed, gazing at Noelle with sad eyes. "Noelle," she began. "I know you're scared... so am I. But I don't think screaming and hurting the ones who keep us captive is a smart thing to-"

"What's going on here?" Sully Ravello suddenly reappeared at the doorway, appearing rather unamused as he glowered at Noelle. "You must stay quiet. We can't help either of you if you keep shrieking."

@rivaan

Garrett could hardly hear a word that the aides had said. Even though the paralyzing poison had been receding from his bloodstream a significant amount, he still felt sluggish and numb. He couldn't even remember the dreams that he had while he was knocked out... much less, he could hardly remember the events of the past day except for going out for coffee with that police chick. He sniffed, frustration clawing through his muggy mind as he thought about what he could do. Nothing came up, surprisingly; he noticed that they were in some sort of holding facility, and Claire was the only one that was within reach of him. Last time he thought about it, they weren't really anything but coworkers that were forced to work together. But the silver-haired female pressed her hand against his pale forehead, nonetheless. 

He mustered a scowl as he weakly swatted her hand away. "'m fine," Garrett choked out, forcing his body to sit up in the bed. Clumsily, he grabbed at the fresh set of clothes, peering down at them as if they were something that he hadn't seen before. His thumbs felt weak and heavy, and the clothing fell out of his hands onto the floor. "Shit..."

@DFA

Aliron's and Iris' Chambers

The aide, a tall blond man with glasses, glanced down at his keyboard as the young man and woman spoke. "You were taken from Darkwell for your own protection," he told both of them rather blandly, as if reading off a script. He glanced towards Aliron, ignoring his question about his suitcase. "This is the only safe place, for now.

@Eklispe@Kiddo

Gregory's and Nova's Chambers

Luckily for the aide, neither of the inhabitants of the room were hostile towards her. The black-haired lady sighed, glancing at Nova once she spoke. "You were taken due to orders from our boss," she said, frowning as she spoke. "Apparently, the city in which you resided in was no longer safe. All of you were gathered here for your own safety. Don't worry, you'll get a clear answer soon enough."

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