Snippet #2639009

He could hear something draw closer and ever closer to him. His mind began to reel as he began to squirm a little more intensely this time with the help of Domingo trying to pry the elevator for him to get through. "Bad luck my ass." He grunts as he inches himself forward. "S'all chalked up. To bad. Communication." He stood by his words. All the chatter that crackled between their coms and he could swear that he heard more and more of the subjects were getting loose. With not much explanation on where it all began except for a vague explanation about the 'lower levels' with the best trained gearing up and heading down below. Leaving the rest of the guards like themselves to realize that they neither had enough training for this level of panic, nor did they have the man power still up on the upper levels to be able to group up and SAFELY ensure that even the less irritable patients who were out of their rooms to be returned back to them without incident. It wasn't difficult to follow protocol. Group up and put the corresponding person with the corresponding room. However this was affecting multiple levels at once and involved multiple floors of subjects.

Ramirez belly flops onto the floor once the doors finally open up faster than he can react in a manner other than trying to shove himself through. He takes a deep breath before coughing a couple of times, rolling to his back, thanks to the floor knocking the air out of him. "I don't want to think about who thought it was a good idea to play in the elevator shaft." Then he heard Domingo's confusion over his role. He sits up and puts his forearms on his knees. Shaking for a moment due to the chills still running through him and causing his scales to click against each other. Then stares at the other guard blankly for a few seconds. "...Really?" As though he just watched someone ding his parked car and then accusing him of crashing into them. "That's why I kept telling them we need group meetings. Nobody knows who anybody is-I could have been tazed and dragged back downstairs till someone says 'Oops, my bad. Don' worry he's with us! Hey sorry bout that I thought he knew.' Meanwhile I'm picking sleepy darts out of my ass-trying to be polite, 'No is okay I should have given him a heads up and told him I got my guard card is right here.' Its not like our lives might depend on it." He raises his hand to silently ask for assistance with getting to his feet.

He is already looking around himself to get his bearings again but his talking doesn't appear to skip a beat. "You're lucky I'm not pretending to be a guard and if I was, I wouldn't be talking to you right now. Just-" He reaches back behind his neck to carefully release a small quill from its nestled position and brings it forward to make a slow dart throwing motion towards Domingo while clicking his tongue. "-boom. Down you go. Night night. Now are we just going to stand here like a couple turkeys or get some upgrades to our utility belts?"