The boiler room, Saturday late morning
After Wyatt had dumped her in the boiler room last night, Isabel had managed to find the door in the dark. She'd thought it would be simple enough to use her powers to get it open. Except she couldn't. Either she was too stressed to focus properly, or the school had a door made of depleted uranium.
The panic attack that followed was not fun.
Eventually she managed to get mostly under control again and sat with her back to the door, banging and calling out regularly for help.
Someone, and hopefully it wouldn't be Wyatt, had to turn up eventually.
[ooc: For one please.]
The panic attack that followed was not fun.
Eventually she managed to get mostly under control again and sat with her back to the door, banging and calling out regularly for help.
Someone, and hopefully it wouldn't be Wyatt, had to turn up eventually.
[ooc: For one please.]