Rifling through her planner, Gwen smells the smoke before she sees it. She's got her books in the crook of her arm, free hand fumbling for her keys, and if it weren't for the smell, she might have missed it. When she looks up, though, the smoke billowing from underneath the door of the apartment next to hers is unmistakeable.
Though they aren't close, she's spoken to Daphne and Bay before. It's been nice knowing her next door neighbors were roughly her own age. Even if that weren't the case, though, she'd be rushing to the rescue. Setting her books and bag down in a hurry, she raps at the door. "Bay! Daphne!" she calls through it. "Guys, it's Gwen! Can you hear me?" The alarm is wailing inside and it makes her stomach turn. Either they aren't home or they can't hear it. Waiting isn't going to help any of them, so instead she tries to open the door.
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2014-10-02 21:26 (UTC)Though they aren't close, she's spoken to Daphne and Bay before. It's been nice knowing her next door neighbors were roughly her own age. Even if that weren't the case, though, she'd be rushing to the rescue. Setting her books and bag down in a hurry, she raps at the door. "Bay! Daphne!" she calls through it. "Guys, it's Gwen! Can you hear me?" The alarm is wailing inside and it makes her stomach turn. Either they aren't home or they can't hear it. Waiting isn't going to help any of them, so instead she tries to open the door.