exit to the stairs.

[candlejack]

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[typeright]

( Fumbling with her lighter, oh god, fumbling with her lighter.

And heels aren't made for running. )

[howaverage]

[ That sound you're hearing is actually French for a lot of really hardcore curses! ]

[typeright]

( And that sound makes her jump! But her lighter is working, and she holds it up in the direction of that sound. )

Em?

( Ah... ha so terrified but hopeful. )

[howaverage]

[ Hearing her name, Emilia turns around sharply and she is looking quite angry rather than scared, but she does seem to calm down immensely when she sees Jules being all terrified and her tense shoulders drop a little bit. ]

Jules. [ Not doubting it's her, Em walks over her - her boots are rather flat, so they're good for walking. ] Are you all right?

[markedbullets]

[ This... is definitely not her first time in the dark paths of a subway (well, tube, because she is British), but it is her first time in this particular one and without the plant of said place, she's taking a shot in the dark as she decides to walk along the rails, attentive if anything remotely sounding like a train come by so she can get out of the rails before getting ironed by it. ]

[ohbloodyay]

[He looks like he's been beaten up six ways to Sunday. But what else is new?

His steps are audible in the distance, as are the occasional coughs, apparently unaware that anyone else is down here with him. Don't worry, he isn't sick, he's just trying not to choke on his own blood.

Not that it'd kill him, it's just really annoying.]

hey you've got some ketchup on your face

[markedbullets]

[ Saying that Cat is paranoid is a lot of a stretch, but she is careful and taking in account she is in an unfamiliar, dark and cold place, it's not that strange that the girl has a hand on her gun as she walks as silently as possible as she hears more footsteps and coughs.

She spots him and frowns slightly, straightening her back and staying put in her place. She isn't much of a talker, but the blood on his face makes her wonder if he had gotten that here. ]

i fucking love hotdogs

[ohbloodyay]

[He continues to be unaware of her presence for another stretch of time -- that Spider Sense thing usually only works when another numbered immortal is involved. David only stops when there's a silhouette breaking the usual bouts of darkness versus light in the shadows, slowly lifting his head before finally taking one last step. His hands are in his pockets and his heart starts racing a little bit.

Please don't let this be another murderous psychopath that's been waiting for him. There is some intense and extremely wary staring taking place next.]

[20_mentholkools]

[This is much better. Still not entirely familiar, but dark, underground, and tunnels. He can work with that.]

[thedeviltattoo]

[ There's a certain rough voice humming quietly, and not too far ahead, a tall woman is sitting on the little stairs on the maintenance room - which is locked. She's smoking a cigarette and looking rather unworried with the whole situation. ]

[mustbereasons]

[ ... can't this boy get a break ]

Where in God's name am I?

[inthecorners]

[ Disgusting. Dark, clammy, confined in all the sorts of ways that Amraerya doesn't like. His disdainful expression isn't exactly visible in the semi-darkness, just the somewhat sickly glow of a cigarette. He moves swiftly forwards, not knowing where he's going, picking up his feet carefully. He does not wish to impede his own process by unnecessarily tripping anywhere. There has to be an exist here somewhere, and he is quite determined to find it. ]

[ourlordand]

[HI, REMEMBER ME? I'm one of those dudes you converted and now I totally think you're The Shit.]

[His breath is audible, heavy and quick, like he's been running for hours and hours. He seems just as terrified and he looks eternally grateful when his eyes set on Amraerya's figure, stopping immediately as if trying to decide whether he should run or stay. He then drops to one knee, bowing his head in reverence.]

[inthecorners]

[ Oh. ]

[ Amraerya inhales deeply, the last ashes of his cigarette floating to the ground. He drops the stub and crushes it absently under his foot, staring at Gustave with a distinct lack of interest. ] You.