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Dr. Elliot Reid (frickonastick) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Elliot obeyed without a word, frantically searching her side of the glass for an invisible button. Was this some kind of game? Was she really some lab rat being stuck in a cage and studied for behavior? This just didn't happen. It couldn't be happening.

"I don't know," Elliot said, stilling at Tonk's question. She turned around and looked at Sid, her brow furrowing. "He had a British accent." That in itself was all she really knew about Sid. Their brief conversation had been so centered around the treatment of his ankle that she hadn't learned anything else about him. She'd been so tired at the time that she hadn't even really tried. And now he was dead and she had no idea of who he was or who would miss him outside of this place. He probably had a mother. A father.

Elliot let out a shaky breath before she got back to work frantically feeling the walls for a second button. "I'm not going to die here. I can't. This place isn't real. Right?" She said to herself.