<div class="floatleft">(http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/4715/knoll.jpg)</div>Name: Trevor Valtarius<br/>Location: Back in the classroom<br/>Tagging: Erie<br/><br/>The heated door had been truly a tricky challenge, indeed.  The position he and Erie had been in wasn't conducive to being able to easily open such a door.  Fortunately, Trevor had found a way to improvise, though he felt it had been more sheer luck than anything else that allowed them to get up and out through safety.  That, and...uncomfortably, he had been forced to use his robe in combination with his gloves to work on opening the door.<br/><br/>They had needed to unhook arms in order for him to move his hands as he had needed to.  The part involving luck was twofold, in that they had managed to avoid falling through the process and Trevor had, somehow, managed to repress the hot metal nightmare fuel concerning the tortures he had undergone as a child.  He had rolled up the bottom most segment of the robes in order to use them in a manner similar to oven mitts, managing to undo the latches keeping the trapdoor shut.  He and Erie had then managed to slowly descend to allow it to open fully, and then climbed out.<br/><br/>Unfortunately for Trevor, this left the lower half of his body exposed for a couple seconds due to the method of getting out, save for the cloth shoes he wore and the black undercloth around his waist.  What was more concerning than his choice of underwear color, however, was that he looked almost like a skeleton with skin stretched tight over the bones, and that skin had plenty of scars upon it.  There was hardly any muscle or fat on his body, and it was a miracle he had been able to make his way up that pit as well as he had.  Part of him felt it was due to not wanting to let his partner down, and all of him was hoping she hadn't noticed his condition.  If he was lucky, the teachers also wouldn't have seen.  As quickly as he could manage, his robes were straightened up, though he frowned when he noticed the blackened marks upon them where they had touched the heated metal.<br/><br/>"I'm....I'll be fine.  I always am in the end..."  That was almost like a mantra to him, one that had been spoken most of his life.  "It is a little warm, now that you mention it...how are you holding up?"  In truth, he was more concerned about her than he was about himself, despite the fact he was practically out of breath.  Strength and stamina were not his strongest points.