Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-24304510-20150723041920/@comment-28257386-20150913011056

Having slept in and being the last to wake, it was only the screaming from the ICU that woke Xia up. She groggily wakes up from her bunk, rubbing her eyes and barely even able to make out that someone was even screaming a few seconds ago. She looks around the small bedroom and grabs her shawl hanging off the chair next to the desk. It's still a little dirty but most of the dirt was shaken off the night before. As she stuffs her head through the hole, she catches a glimpse at the belt containing her Pokemon. Well.... One of the was her's. She lets out a sullen sigh as she thinks about her friends, hoping they're safe after they had gotten separated near the Game Corner. She clicks the belt around her waist and heads out into the hallway connecting the bedrooms to the lobby of the PokemonCenter.

As she steps out into the lobby, she leans against the railing and lets out a tired sigh. With the generator broken, the Center's lights still don't work, nor do any of the electronics. Only the sunlight of the early morning prevents anyone from walking blind. She gets up from the railing and stretches her arms. As she does, she begins to hear the sounds of someone crying down below. Looking around the lobby floor, she finds the source. A girl down on her knees near the Center's counter. She quickly heads down the stairs and makes her way to the to the small ground crowding around her. Stopping a few feet away, she asks the people around the girl whats going on. The very very tall, blonde, musculcar women explains the situation about the sign up sheet, and the body of a girl named Nickel that was found dead after having commited suicide the night before. Horrified by this news, Xia regains her composure as she kneels down next to the girl. Who is still rather tall compared to Xia, even when she was standing. Placing her hands on the girl's shoulders just as the tall blonde one does too, she tries to comfort the girl as best she can but she doesn't know what to say. She's never had to try and comfort someone whose broken down after hearing someone died. She wants to say something, but her tongue is tied.