What We Weren't » Places

         

Sully noticed Devren's eyeing him up and down, he stared back for a moment when Beau had spoken up. "Sully. Nice name." Figuring this was an attempt at some sense of comfort for Sully, he remained silent in response. Suddenly though, a loud scream pierced through the room. Turning to locate the source, Sully saw a man knelt over on the ground, his hands clamped onto his head. He quickly began writhing on the ground, muttering to himself when the dark haired woman, Beau hurried to his side.

Again, Sully noticed Devren's hesitance in aiding this man, placing Sully under the assumption that he wasn't very trustworthy to everyone in the room as he was letting on. Something we have in common, I see. His attention brought back to the commotion, Sully watched on as again, Beau attempted to comfort another person. Tilting his head, Sully's curiosity was pried by Beau's calm and collectiveness throughout this entire situation. "What's happening? We're all trapped in here. It's nothing to scream about."

At this, Sully took a second to examine the man who seemed to be in agonizing pain. Though it was hard to really tell in the position that he was in, with Beau next to him, the man looked slender even with the heavy leather jacket he wore. It was hard to tell much else about him at the moment, though it seemed like he was trying to get to his feet. With a little help from the woman aiding him, he was able stand. He still looked a bit dizzy but at least now he wasn't screaming. Maybe for some leverage so that he wouldn't crumble back to the ground, he leaned into the wall behind him, his bright blue eyes still a bit glossed over. When he finally said something legible enough for everyone in the room to hear, he spoke rather roughly. "What is this place?"

Well that's the million dollar question, isn't it?