[b]Lucien flicks off the shower and steps out into the cool air. He shuffles around the locker room noisily. He doesn't wait for the moisture to dry. Instead, he puts on his jumpsuit and helmet and sits down at one of the benches. He breaths in the air, trying to calm down. He is anxious as hell. Nervous thoughts begin to run through his head.[/b] [i]"What if I'm not really needed? Am I sure I'm up for this?"[/i] [b]He couldn't remember how he joined November and why. He did know, however, that he was just getting to make friends in his old squad. Now he was pulled away into a den of lions. He knew what the others said about him on the field. He couldn't shoot well... At least not a gun. But that hasn't ever stopped him. He was a Medic and that was his purpose. Panic began to rise in his chest. He quickly gets up and moves to his locker grabbing what little belongings he has and putting them in various pockets. He felt trapped and alone. He was getting off.[/b] [i]"Gotta find a way out..."[/i] [b]Perhaps this was paranoia, but he couldn't take chances. Not like he used to. He shuffles down the lockers, wrapping a black velcro band around his upper arm. A red medical cross is the only stand able part of his black armor. He formulates a plan to get off of Avalon. He sits in the locker room in silence, planning his next move. [/b] [spoiler]Closed[/spoiler]