Beginning

[Mismagius]

Allara nods. "Good. Then we should get along just fine." She smiled and lay down. "Mostly just blood tests, making sure you're healthy, you know. Doctor stuff..." Her stomach growled loudly and then remembered the reason she broke the camera. Annoyed, she got up, scowling and told Lance "Dammit. I forgot the reason I broke that camera. I'm starving." Shaking her head, she ended up sitting in the middle of the floor. "Anyways, I'll formerly welcome you to hell. Why are you here ?"

[Doom]

"Good. And you won't." He glanced to the guard on the other side of the glass. "See that guard? I want you to stand up, walk over to him, and spit on him." He sounded completely serious as he eyed the guard, a devilish look in his eye.

[Raven]

Aven looked alarmed. "What?" she whispered.

[Doom]

"Before I can lead you out of this mess, I need to know that you're willing to trust me. You want out of here, don't you?" Flint glanced from Aven to the guard.

[Raven]

Aven nodded. She hesitated only a moment before she did as he had told her, praying he was being truthful.

[Crymzun]

"Well I was an aspiring artist passing my classes in college almost ready for the outside world really. was living with my parents so i didn't have to pay rent and they said i should go here... so well i did as they wish"

He took one more double take and proceeded into the trees he climbed one of the trees around him and put his backpack into it; climbing down once again he readied himself for his ability hoping to god that it didnt fail him. he just stepped out of the tree line and vanished only his footprints in the dirt being visible.

[Raven]

Francis caught him by the arm half a minute after he vanished, using what he'd already seen of the kid to judge where his arm would be in comparison to his feet.

[Doom]

Flint focused on the globule, accelerating it mid-flight to pierce flesh. Bone, even. The projectile would go cleanly through the guard, but Flint couldn't account for how accurate Aven's spitting had been.

[Mismagius]

Allara seemed interested. "Art? I like art, though, I always failed art class cause I never did what the teacher told me. I'd paint something, or draw something, hand it in, but she would say I didn't understand." She flopped onto her back and looked at the camera, and flipped it off. "I know you can at least hear me." She practically shouted at it. Shaking her head she reluctantly got up, grabbed a sketchbook, and tossed it at him. "Here. Draw in this, I think the only thing in there is a half finished drawing."

[Raven]

Aven stumbled backwards, eyes wide as the guard fell against the wall. She'd hit the hollow at the base of his neck. He would suffocate even if it hadn't gone through his spine. "What did you do?" she asked, turning to look at Flint, forgetting that he couldn't hear her through the glass.

[Doom]

Flint gestured from his lips to the glass, nodding with a confident smile.

[Raven]

Aven hesitated much longer that time, but she spit again.

[Doom]

A look of concentration on his face, Flint split the globule into fourths, the four parts darting to the corners of the window. He exhaled, then sawed away the glass on each of the four sides. After about thirty seconds, the pane separating them fell after a slight push from Flint. He offered a hand to Aven, asking, "Do you trust me now?"

[Raven]

Aven nodded, taking the hand he offered. "Thank you," she whispered.

[Doom]

Flint pulled her through, keeping a gentle hold on her hand as he began to lead her out of the building. "Just stay by my side at all times and everything will be fine." Flint gave a guard a leering glare as he neared, licking his finger and twirling the saliva in a small circle. Not wanting to suffer the same fate as Aven's guard, he ran away. Flint chuckled, asking, "Can you believe them? Spineless."