forum Silent as a Tomb (R, SFW & NSFW)

Started March 06, 2023 by @Story_Siren group

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Cole looks up from his phone as the power goes out. People start muttering. He frowns and scans the room for anything that could've caused the blackout - but the nurses seem just as confused as the waiting patients. Uh-oh.

Name: Wren Engleson
Gender: No. (That's the answer you get from them anyways and its impossible to tell)
Appearance: https://pin.it/7mvYPaE ⎮⎮⎮ Silver-grey eyes, black hair, always covered in bandages across their chest/neck and arms; 4'8"; their style is black casual, mainly clothes that come from the pajamas section of stores or clothes they made theirself; body type is indeterminate because of their baggy hoodie.
Age: 19
Shipping? Possibly
Personality: Quiet and quite antisocial- but she loves talking online
Extra: Born and raised in Alaska
Reason they're in the hospital: Severe lacerations across their back, chest and arms, possibly self-inflicted.

Wren had their hood up, like usual, their black mask over the lower half of their face to help protect their identity. They didn't like being recognized from streams on Twitch.

They had been on their phone, rapidly tapping out messages with long, dexterous fingers, before pausing a moment when they notice the power go out.

Doesn't make much of a difference. My lights are usually off at home. they think to theirself. They sigh nonetheless.

Cole turns to his neighbor, a person in a black baggy hoodie. Honestly it looked quite comfortable. "D'you know what's going on?" Probably not but perhaps they know useful information. If not, he'll go ask the nurses instead or find a quiet corner to observe everything.

Wren shakes their head absently, but goes to the news to check some stuff.

"It's just us that lost power. Nowhere else." they mutter, their androgynous voice resonating through the room despite how quiet it was. "Best I can tell it's a faulty breaker switch or something. They should have it fixed here soon, I think."

Right on cue, the lights flicker back on. The monitors and whatnot come back to life.

But Wren notices something different, and raises their head.

"Nobody's here anymore." they say.

Cole looks around at their words. They're right; the room is empty apart from them. "Where did everyone…go?"

Wren shrugs.

"Not sure. And I don't exactly care. Not a big fan of large crowds, anyways. I was just forced to come here." they reply.

Cole hesitates and switches his change of thought. He's not going to ask them. "Well, now I'm curious." He gets up and extends a hand to the person. "I'm Cole. Want to go explore?"

Wren looks at the hand and doesn't take it.

"Wren." they say. "And it's not like I have anything better to do. Maybe you can help sew me back up."

Cole lowers his hand. “Sure ‘s long as It’s not too deep. We should find an empty hospital room then.”

Name: Nathaniel Barnes

Pronouns: 

He/Him

Gender: Trans Male


Sexuality: Bisexual with a male lean


Shipping? Sure


Personality: Nathaniel is a quiet man, often trying to not make much noise or do anything of the sort. He always seems like he's trying to take up as little space as possible, but once you get him talking about something he enjoys, its hard to get him to shut up.


Appearance: He has longish black hair with white streaks in it, dark brown eyes, and a pale and sickly complexion. He stands at around 6 foot but slouches to seem less intimidating.

Extra:

Reason they're at the medical hospital: Nathaniel has Osteoporosis and uses a cane, he had a bad flare up recently and needed extra attention

(Alright! You gone for the day?)

(Yep! It’s nighttime over here and I’ve gotta get that sweet sweet sleep)

(I'm back!) Cole starts walking around the room and looks around for anything that could clue him into what happened.

(Hey!)

Wren sighs, slipping off the hospital bed and shoving their hands in their pockets.

"I doubt you're going to find anything of any use up here. At least, not anything that isn't locked behind a cabinet." they mutter.

Cole looks back at them and straightens. “Then what do you suggest we do? Go up?” He does have some lockpicking skills but that isn’t something he reveals to just anyone.

"Down is Trauma and Urgent Care. I want to take care of my. . . well, I need a needle and some thread." Wren replies quietly.

“Ah yes. Well then, to TUC we go.” Cole marches forward before realizing… “Where’s the trauma and urgent care ward? Left or right?”

Wren sighs.

"Just follow me." they mutter, heading towards a flight of stairs instead of the elevators. "We go down this flight of stairs, then go left, then go right."

Cole nods and does as they say. They’re extremely quiet and soft-spoken; he has guesses as to why but will wait for confirmation.