<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/KVC11AV.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Suzanne Wilder<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>OS598-7117<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>18 / Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Sorcery 101<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Basement, fleeing<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Olivia, OPEN<br/><hr/>A mannequin, 'not lifeless?'  What could that mean?  Where was the metaphor in --<br/><br/>Then something whirred to life, and the metaphor seemed obvious.  Like the mannequin was clicking to life, turning an eyeless gaze toward them.<br/><br/>Olivia's reaction seemed a little understated for strange mannequins in mysterious science laboratories switching back on to life, but the proposal seemed valid.  Suzanne made a noise somewhere between a yelp, a subdued shriek, and a 'yes, that sounds good,' then grabbed Olivia's arm and -ran-.  It wasn't graceful, it wasn't elegant, but fear of fucking something up or agitating something she shouldn't was a good motivator to run.  The only direction in mind was 'out'.  Clearly 'out' was safety!