Tesh

Scelance quickly jumped up, and ran lightly over to the rest of the group, deftly avoiding the traps.

True. *shrugs*

The Mark of Athena.

Partly. AND IT WAS A STORMING CLIFFHANGER THAT WAS BETTER WRITTEN THAN RIORDAN'S THAT LITERALLY INVOLVED HANGING OFF A CLIFF. AND WE PROBABLY WON'T GET #2 FOR A WHILE AND I AM GOING TO TURN OFF CAPS LOCK. He he...

Let's just say, I just finished The Rithmatist, and I am not happy with Mr. Sanderson right now. When you anticipated some of the plot twists in it. (Not compleatly, but still, that is something! )

(Scelance actually just went back to where where she had been before).

You just made my day. *wipes tear from cheek, grinning like a sloth obsessed Sanderfan*

As usual, Scelance's words were virtually ignored. But in the face of danger, Scelance wouldn't be able to stay with them. Making a quick decision, Scelance slipped back into the room they had come out of. She peaked into the cupboard the man, Paul, had come from. Please have something in here! Please! A leather satchel, a loaf of bread, a water bottle, filled and all, and a sheathed dagger. It would do. But the fact that she had found even that was shocking. She slung the bag over her shoulder, so it rested on her right hip. Scelance slipped back into the hallway, avoiding the plates of the floor as she went back to her earlier position. No one noticed her, of course.

"I guess I'll stay with you guys for a while." The thought of wandering those hallways unnerved Scelance. The silence, the mystery, no sky, and no clear way out. Escape and survive. Escape and survive. Escape and survive. The words spun around Scelance's head, terrifying her. "We have to get out. I just know it somehow. Something wants us. Something put us here. And that something is watching us."

That is impressive. No spoilers... Wow...

"I..." Scelance mumbled, "was actually sort of planner on going off on my own. You know, so if I make a mistake, I'll be the only one hurt." (You all thinking what I'm thinking)? "And please don't say I'm too young, or I won't be able to handle myself, I feel like I know my way around a blade better than breakfast." (Bad analogy)?

That is true... But it's better than nothing! Like a second hand book is better than no book!

Scelance poked her head out of the room, and watched as several people fought the building. Escape and survive. Escape and survive. Escape and survive. "Um... We could break the windows, and at least see where we are, if we couldn't get out," she whispered once the others stilled slightly. She stepped out into the hallway, and deftly avoided the pressure plates scattered around the floor. "Although, the windows themselves might be rigged up in some way, possibly killing the person who touched them," she muttered, examining a window. She then laid down, with her back pressed against the wall, sheathed sword laid across her leg. Scelance grabbed a spike, which had fallen to the ground, took a breath, closed her eyes, and rammed the object into the window. She pulled her arm back down, holding her breath, waiting for the explosion. There was nothing but the sound of shattering glass. The window completely collapsed, along with all the others lining the hallway. Glass flew in all directions, covering the floor. Scelance slowly stood up. Behind the windows, was a brick wall, that was glowing slightly. "That... failed," she whispered. Then sheepishly noted the others in the hall. "Um, sorry," she mumbled, going red.

There is an OB memes thread in the OB spoiler board.

(I was just listening to tGS, while watching my birds play around. They like chewing on my carpet). Scelance softly returned her blade to it's sheath, and walked to a wall. Best to be able to view the whole room. And of course, no one paid her any heed. It was quite easy to ignore a young girl, who stood out in no prominent way. But she was used to it. She just couldn't remember why...

(I did not know he played/plays Wolverine).

(Have you seen the Greatest Showman)??? The woman who had just stood up, reached for her knives as Gave rested his hand on the doorknob, and pushed the door open. This, Scelance thought, is going to be bad.

(No. And I have to go to school. I'll reply in a few hours).

(Earnth)? "I... At least tell me, us, you're name. I'm Scelance."

(Eeeeeeeevilness)...

(Utter darkness, with a fog-like quality to it. Creatures lurking in the depths).

"Um, Scelance." Out of the corner of her, eye, Scelance saw a hint of movement. Is it there? Please tell me it's there. She patted her left side, and to her relief, a her touch prompted a faint clack of metal. She spun, and faced the source of the movement. A young woman standing behind her. "Who are you?" Timidness gone in the face of a potential threat, Scelance leaped up from her seat, faced the woman, and placed her right hand on the hilt of the sword at her waist.

Scelance blushed furiously at being addressed. But what else was the man supposed to do? Ignore her? "Um, no?" The simple statement was uttered almost as a question. "But..." She swallowed. "I feel like we need to escape. Escape and survive. That's all I can really think about." She pushed herself deeper into the couch.

Disorientation. That's how it started. Scelance groaned. Where was she? How had she got here? There was a throbbing pain behind here eyes. But it wasn't quite a migraine. The soft surface beneath her squeaked as she rolled over. Scelance didn't dare to open her eyes. Not right away. But she had to! What was waiting in that darkness? When she cracked her eyes open, the light almost made her retreat back into the darkness. But she couldn't. Slowly, she eased her eyes open. A bright, colorful, unfamiliar room greeted her. And a young man, a few years older than her, sitting on a couch on the other side of the room. He hadn't seen her yet. Scelance quietly sat up, and squeezed into the side of the couch. As she tried to sink from view, unsuccessfully, mind, a single thought spun through her head. Escape and survive. Escape and survive. Escape and survive.