Elevator: A Character Roleplay (IC)

[Alleniana]

-bloop for Anna, if this is still going?-

[Neo-Chicago]

(OOC: Could have sworn I'd posted, but oh well. Anyway, I'm willing to continue playing.)

[Kylantha]

(Woops)

[Krytonus]

Rory was sure he could hear voices in his head. It seemed like the voices were talking about continuing some sort of game, as the second voice mentioned continuing to play. Another was talking about some sort of 'O.O.C'. He wished these voices would continue their conversation somewhere else; he was starting to get a headache.

God, it felt like months had passed in the elevator. Rory was going nuts.

[Neo-Chicago]

Tom knew that it was risky to use his psychic abilities in a place like this, especially to talk about what some could not understand. He wanted to have a smoke.

[Alleniana]

Anna had intended to go over and help Knox, who had collapsed, but as she attempted to take some steps herself, she found she couldn't. Stopping for a moment, that turned into seconds, that turned into minutes, she rested, eyes fluttering open and shut, and finally, she gave up, seeing that all was well, or was as well as well could be in a terrorist-captured elevator, and turned to make her slow way back across the elevator. Many seemed to be asleep; maybe she should sleep too. But then maybe they'd kill her. Maybe that was a good thing.

No! No! She had to stop this defeatist thinking. She'd been doing it earlier, and she'd nearly gone hysterical. No, what she needed was to calm down. They wouldn't kill her, no reason to. Right? Well, they weren't killing any of the sleeping people...

She made herself more comfortable, changing her awkward position. A bit of crumb or something dislodged from an upper molar with a lick of the tongue, and she swallowed it, making herself conscious of how hungry she was, just as others' stomachs seemed to be growling as well. Oh well, food could wait. Sleep first.

She laid her head on the floor and was out like a lamp, just like that, but for the rise and fall of her chest, stained with the blood of the dead man.