Snowed in

~Morgan~

I stared drowsily into the fire, letting the blaze scorch my face and half-listening to the conversations going on behind me. They were all talking about the storm. The power had gone out a few hours ago, making it an awful pain stumbling through the dark hallways until I finally found the main lobby where a large fire was casting shadows about the room.

Settling myself in an armchair, I'd withdrawn from everything and fallen into a state of half-awareness; thinking about Andy always made me act like this.

"If the storms ending, shouldn't we go look at the rest of the compound, see if there are people in any of the other sections? I know we're isolated but, we could go above now, and it might be worth trying to see if there is power elsewhere as well."

The voice protruded into my thoughts and brought me back to the present. I twisted around awkwardly in my chair and looked at the group of people behind me- if they were going to do something about our situation I was willing to help.

(oops- gotta go - will post more later)

Nina

I stood with everyone else in the center of the room, listening but not contributing. I had spent all night crying. I didn't know where Aunt Lynna or Dad was. I didn't know for sure, but my guts told me they weren't anywhere safe. Now, in the morning. I felt exceptionally groggy and stale, and not even yoga or dancing had helped me feel better his morning. As the conversation got more heated, I stepped back towards the fire. Where a girl was sitting.

"Hey," I said softly, awkwardly. "What are you thinking about all of this? You gonna go out there?" I asked, sitting down on the floor in front of the flames, basking in their heat.

~Morgan

"Hey,"

I smiled at the girl as she lowered herself down onto the soft, woolly rug before the fire and glanced a little shyly at me. "What are you thinking about all of this?" she asked, stretching out her hands towards the flames, "You gonna go out there?"

I turned back towards the fire and shrugged, "The storms pretty bad- but I'd like to help if I can." We were quiet for a moment.

The girl was staring into the fire, a grim, frightened look coming over her face as she watched the licking flames. "Where are they?" she whispered so quietly that I almost thought she hadn't spoken at all.

"Who?" I asked before thinking.

Isabel

Frustrated, Isabel quieted everyone. "Listen guys, lets first try and figure out if we are able to go outside." And without waiting for an answer, she strode down the hallway towards the door a the end. It was dark. She stopped outside the door, studying it for a moment. Then she tried to open it.
It didn't budge. The crowd of people had followed her down the hallway started muttering anxiously. Isabel touched the doorknob again. It was as cold as ice.

Desmond~~

"The snows too high, you'll never get out that way."

The girl turned towards me, "Then what do you suggest?"

I pointed up, "Roof access, but make sure you have warm clothes. Its going to be colder now since there was just a storm."

"Thanks dad." Someone said behind me.

We made our way up the stairs to the janitors roof access, where once again the door wouldn't open.

I looked around and saw the small windows in the top of the room, "Give me a lift."

Someone pushed me up and I slid easily through the window before falling three feet to the snow. After brushing myself off I poked my head back through, "Five feet of snow. Doors wont be opening for a while."

Sam

Sam decided it was time for him to speak out. "We might want to consider not trying to force open doors," he commented lightly. "After all, we don't know where stress points would be in this place. We run the risk of making the roof collapse."

"What do you suggest, then?" asked the man who had tried to open the doors.

Sam sighed, and cast a look around his surrounding. "We should take inventory, first. See what parts of the building has collapsed, what resources we have available, and if there is anyone trapped who needs our help."

*Forest*

I pull at my hair, twisting it around my small fingers. I don't know what to do. There is a little voice in the back of my head telling me to help them, to do something to contribute. I stay where I am. But I listen, taking in the words of the people around me. Some ideas are better than others, I must agree. I blink back tears and find my voice, the nagging in the back of my head screaming at me.
"I'll help look. If you need it." I watch as the boy who had suggested a search party turns to me, obviously not expecting me to say anything.
"Okay," he says turning back to the others in the room, "Is anyone else going to help?"

my posts conflicts with the last two... do you want me to change it?

Rider, I don't think it conflicts. It makes sense Don't change it.

~peanut~

ok, so my guy went up top, and theres another dialogue downstairs?

Wait, wait... soooo... what's happening? Is there only one group- or two? Maybe Sam just came in after you went to the top, ridersofdamar; so he doesn't know what's happening yet- that would make sense, right?

That alright, phantom?

that seems like the best bet.

Okay guys I'm bringing in Jason.

Jason

The snow was coming down heavily, and it seemed as if it would never let up. It was 10 below freezing, yet Jason didn't shiver in his thin jeans and too small coat. His eyes flashed fire, melting his frozen eyelashes. He hadn't finished his job yet. His job to kill.
There was a latter descending from the roof to the ground. Climbing it swiftly, he reached the roof. Scanning the side of the building, he spotted a window that was not yet covered with snow. He took his pocket knife out of his back pocket and shattered the window with it. He silently hopped in the building, his green eyes ready for blood.

Yeah - that is fine - Sorry to confuse.

Oooo... cool.

Okay, here she goes...

Morgan~

The girl didn't even flicker an eyelash at my question; she didn't hear me, maybe? She stood abruptly and glanced around, looking anywhere but at me. "You know what, I gotta go." she said, and was gone before I could open my mouth to apologies for prying. I felt awful.

I shook my head at the memory. I was sitting inside my room, candles lit and placed on anything that didn't move. It was getting colder, and I'd pulled two on more shirts under my sweater and vest- I'd run out of socks hours ago and was wearing gloves over my gloves. I guess living in Arizona didn't really pay off when your packing for a trip to Vermont- I was defiantly not used to this.

I jumped up from off my bed and began to pace the room. I had to do something active or I knew what I'd start to think about- No! I couldn't think about him now, not when I might be doing something else. I slipped on my boots and pulled a hat over my ears, "I'll find something to do in the lobby," I muttered, and turning the knob, went out of my room and strode down the dark hallway towards the stairs.

(maybe Morgan can bump into someone along the way- just a suggestion)