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[KAZZA]

It was a fairly quiet night. That was the first thing that the teenager noticed as she sat up. The next thing she realised was that her clothes were moist and that her hair was damp. A scowl flickered across her face, as she shivered and reached for her jumper. Instead of her fingers brushing against the familiar fabric, though, they hit rough concrete walls.

Blinking in surprise, the eraser forced her eyes to fully open and focus, and groaned in dismay. She wasn't sure exactly where she was, but it certainly wasn't her cage. In fact, if anything, it looked a bit like a corridor, except there were no cages lining the walls, no doors and very few lights to illuminate the area. If she spread her arms out, she knew her fingers would graze the walls, and the path simply headed straight for roughly thirty metres then turned sharply right. With nothing but a dead-end behind her, not much room to maneuver in and no sign of an exit nearby, Kazza stumbled to her feet and, muttering under her breath, trudged towards the turn.

As she walked, the experiment struggled to piece together just how she'd ended up wet, cold and miserable in this hallway with no ways out. She could remember being dragged out of her cage that morning, and then being taken to a part of the school she hadn't been to before. Then, the next memory she had, she'd woken up on the floor. Based on the state of her clothing and hair, she'd probably been for a swim or something.

It didn't take long to reach the corner, and, rounding it, Kazza found herself faced with two identical corridors. Left or right? With nothing to go on, she randomly chose right and continued on. A growl and a yelp stopper her in her tracks rather quickly, though, and the girl inhaled through her nose, shoulders tensed in anticipation. She wasn't alone in here. Still, whatever it was that had made the sounds wasn't overly close, judging by the lack of scent or sighting, although that served little comfort. Who knew what else could be lurking unseen?

A certain urgency fueled her next dash, as the brunette jogged down the dim path before her. Another branch in her course appeared, and she dashed left. More branches. Left, right, right, left. Soon, she was lost, although, if she was desperate, she could always smell her way back to the start. Not that it would do her much good, being the dead-end it was. She just had to hope she would find the exit before whatever was in there with her found her. If past experiences were anything to go on, though, she didn't have much hope of that.

[SUNSHINE LUX]

sunshine tilted her head to the side, noticing a brunette experiment dash by her. after a moment of stunned silence (what was another experiment doing out and about? as far as sunshine knew, she and a select few were the only ones really allowed to wander out of their cages), she followed the girl at a slow pace, sending a few tendrils of shadows after her as a precaution.

even without her shadows, sunshine could've easily followed her completely used to this section of the school. it was an almost-unused corridor where random laboratories and storage were and she new for a fact that her own severed head was somewhere in this general vicinity, locked away for the occasional testing. she shuddered once at the thought and quickened her pace.

the faster she caught up to the brunette the faster she would be able to leave this place.

she tensed when she heard growling but continued on ahead, not worried about the poor creature that had made the noise. in the school you could only really worry about yourself otherwise it would eat you alive.

seeing that the brunette was in reach, sunshine reached out and tapped her on the shoulder, a few shadows swirling around her in case the girl decided to attack.

[FANG RIDE]

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Fang quickly withdrew them with a a hiss through clenched teeth, drawing them around his shoulders and rubbing the edges gingerly with one hand as he pressed a hand to his eyes with the other and dropped from his crouch down to one knee. "Notr to self," he said quietly aloud, folding his wings back flat against his back once more, "Never assume that just because you're not in your cage, you've got enough room to fly," Come to think of it though, where was he? He stood up slowly this time, swaying slightly with a bit of dizziness from whatever had knocked him out and after steadying himself, he looked around curiously. He was in a hallway of some sort; a doorless hallway. Unattended. Without chains, or guards. But why? He didn't even remember being sedated and the scientists and erasers knew better than to leave an experiment, especially him unattended in the middle of a corridor. This wasn't a mistake. He was here for a reason. Fang ignored the lingering feeling of claustrophobia bubbling in the pit of his stomach as he walked forward. There were no doors or window; no identifiable escape, but he had to remind himself that this was infinitely larger than his cage. Here, he could move. He could walk. He could find a way out. What started as a walk turned quickly into a jog and soon he found himself sprinting down the corridor, around a corner. Left, then right, right, then another left. He made so many turns he lost track. He skidded to a stop as he, at last, reached a door, and stared at it breathlessly. This was too good to be true. He walked briskly forward, forgetting caution for the time being and reached out for the door knob. In his haste to escape, hee found himself for the third time since his awakening regretting his actions. The moment his fingers curled around the knob, a powerful electric shock rushed up his arm, spreading through his entire body and with a startled cry of pain, he released the knob and staggered back, leaning against the wall for support as he clutched the wrist of the hand that had touched it. It was shaking, a repercussion of the electric shock. Well that explained why he was unattended. He shook out his hand, standing straight and staring at the offending door. The doors in the school were ridiculously strong, but maybe he could kick it down? As long as he didn't touch the knob. He stepped forward again, thrusting his foot forward into the door to no avail. "Damn it," he grumbled under his breath. He turned away form the door, opening and closing his hand to try to ease the shaking and started away from it. If he couldn't get out through this door, there must be another method. They wanted him in a specific place. He stopped walking once more and closed his eyes, focusing for a few moments and when he opened them again, the world around him with stark white, the walls barely visible against one another. He looked at the door and now could see the heat of the electrical charge around the knob. But there was no sign of heat on the other side. No one there. Keeping this vision activated, he walked back the way he came, studying the walls for any sign of life. He wasn't sure what he expected, but he had hoped he wouldn't see so many. And to make it worse, he couldn't tell if they were erasers or other exepriments. the outlines were faint through the many layers of walls, reds, yellows, and oranges mixing in to create a solid figure of color with no distinguishable features. That was the only drawback of this new ability of his. While he could find people, unless he knew exactly what their body shape was like, he couldn't distinguish friend from foe. Fang closed his eyes once more, deactivating the thermographic vision and continued on as he opened them, senses on high alert. He couldn't fly, but that didn't mean he couldn't fight if he had to and Fang was a hell of a fighter. He didn't get very far (in fact he was only coming up to his third turn) before sensitive ears picked up a sound. The steady cadence of footsteps -- running footsteps. He stopped walking and pressed his back against the wall. The dim lightning didn't provide nearly enough shadow for him to attempt to blend in with, but he could still catch whoever rushed around this corner off guard if they didn't know he was here. He held his breath, fingers clenching into tight fists as he waited.[/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; padding-left: 12px; font-weight: bold]words: nine hundred eleven tags: whoever's next~ notes: waiting for kazza to sprint around that corner >;3 sorry for the length OTL credit: template made by oxymoron! of btn[/style]

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[KAZZA]

As more and more turns went by with no signs of an exit, or anyone or anything else, the eraser grew more and more nervous and jumpy. This whole thing was probably some sick joke that the scientists had cooked up, or else just another test. It was difficult to think which would be worse. But pondering what the purpose of dumping her in a maze with other experiments would do little to improve her situation so, ears straining, the girl jogged onwards, glad of her enhanced status and the stamina it provided for once.

Two doors caught her attention, and Kazza slowed, approaching the first one warily. When a moment of careful listening and smelling revealed nothing overly suspicious, she turned the doorknob and peeked through the frame. Something immediately clattered to the floor, and she cringed behind the door, ducking her head and clenching her teeth while scolding herself for being so stupid. Still, nothing jumped out of the room to eat her face or anything, so the brunette risked another glance at the room. What she saw made her spirits plummet.

It wasn't an exit. It wasn't anything important. It was a room filled with cleaning supplies. A mop lay on the ground just behind the door, and a few bottles of detergent had been knocked off the shelves, but nothing else was even slightly amiss. With a sigh, Kazza strolled to the next door, and repeated her careful surveillance routine. This one was just as silent as the last door, and, with a little more reluctance than the last time, the adolescents fingers closed around the knob...

And immediately released it as she jumped back, hissing in shock and pain. Hand clutched to her chest, the girl glared at the door and, with a low growl of frustration, continued past it.

Another few minutes of walking took her past a dark alcove in the hallway, but she paid it no mind and continued walking, still cradling her shocked limb. She didn't notice as the quiet figure slipped out into the pathway and began to follow her. She didn't notice the shadows that snaked along behind her. She did, however, notice when fingers tapped lightly on her shoulder.

Whirling to face whoever, or whatever, had touched her, Kazza's face bulged outwards and her teeth grew sharp. She looked like some grotesque monster, but, when she tried to push the shift any further, she felt something blocking her. Panic bubbled up in chest, as the teen backed away from the experiment, desperately trying to force the shift. It wasn't happening though, which confused and worried her more than a little - what had happened to her between being dragged out of her cage and waking up on the floor?

A low warning growl rumbling in her throat and chest, Kazza backed around a corner, eyes never leaving the woman (Was it a woman? She couldn't tell with that helmet on.), tense and ready to attack or flee should the person threaten her. One foot behind the other, she kept backing up... Right into something warm, distinctly human-shaped and breathing.