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[The screaming, the growing paranoia, the inability to leave... it's just like Rapture again. Just add a few drops of water and rusting metal all about, bloody bits on the walls and the whispering, whispering of insanity and you have the city in a bottle, as it were. So of course, this affects our dear Mister Sinclair, bringing back some serious,

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[action of Jack is always bothering Sinclair, isn't he]

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[Jack hasn't even seen the feed--he was already on his way. He's doing his rounds, as it were, checking on all his acquaintances in the mansion and making sure they're safe. So far no one seems to be hurt, only shaken, but there's one he hasn't heard from, and more worryingly, he hasn't been able to get ahold of Sinclair on his communicator.

He slams on the door three times, hard, with his fist.]

Mister Sinclair, are you here?

[Sinclair might note an unusual tension in his voice, and a blue-white glow flickering under the door.]

[action of psh as if Sinclair adores him]

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[The knocks make him jolt, just slightly, but beyond that he doesn't move. At all. He doesn't even process the fact that it's Jack's voice and not a Splicer's or, say, Sofia Lamb.]

[action of well, he'd never admit it, anyway]

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[Jack forces himself to count to ten before speaking again. He has to force his voice out past the terror.]

If you don't answer, I'm coming in.

[And hoping to god Sinclair doesn't shoot him on sight.]

[action of what do you expect? he doesn't care for anyone *wigglyfingers*]

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[Still nothing. He doesn't move at all. He's just staring, and staring, and staring. Why won't the little sister stop...?]

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...Mr Sinclair? Are you alright?

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[He doesn't move at all. He can't break this, whatever it is - not that he's in the right mind to try.]

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...Mr Sinclair? Can you hear me?

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[He stirs, just slightly, and dead eyes look up towards the communicator.]

[ACTION]

[echo_of_utopia]

[Oh hey, guess who is just walking by Sinclair's room? It's his old friend, Doctor Lamb! She has no intention of entering his room at this particular moment, but she is yelling loud and clear to make sure he can hear her.]

Can you hear her, Sinclair? This is what you did! This is what you and Delta and-

[She cuts herself off, laughing, almost cackling, although it might not be loud enough for Sinclair to hear. Granted, she may be a lot calmer than many of the residents, but her crazy is certainly on par, you see, somebody has been confusing anti-anxiety meds with candy since the event started and might be just a little bit off.]

They were all screaming just like that.

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[Her voice makes him twitch. He almost pulls himself out of this little coma, but he can't - her very being near him is enough to send him deeper. His breath stops for just a moment, and he can see their little faces.] ....n-no. [And he falls back into nothing again.]

[ACTION]

[echo_of_utopia]

[Lamb of course has no idea what is going on inside, nor does she really care in her current state.]

You refuse to protect her, Sinclair! She is dying alone, because of you! Everyone...

[Here, have some additional crazy laughter on the house.]

Everyone here is dying alone, Sinclair!

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No. [He's starting to kick-back - before it was the fear of her that sent him into his little coma, and now that she's here his survival instinct is kicking in.] No, no. [He leans forward, puts his hands over his ears, trying to block her out. Jack said she wouldn't come. Jack said.]