[b][u]Devon Tyler[/b][/u]

Finding himself with his index finger on his nose last, Devon sighed. So he would be the seeker. Already most of his friends had darted off in search of a good hiding place, with Nixie going off last. The crow that was perched calmly on his head squawking slightly at the sudden commotion. Sighing once again, Devon dutifully closed his eyes and began a slow count to one hundred, as per usual. Sure, most of them would have found a hiding spot by then, but everyone deserved an ample amount of time to find a good hiding spot. It made the challenge of finding them that much better.

Once he had finished counting to one hundred, he walked over to the television and grabbed the flashlight from the top of it. It wouldn't do to be unable to see after all. That would make the game a bit too difficult, as there were a lot of shadows for the others to hide in in the abandoned building. As he began looking for people, all the while remaining as silent as possible to avoid missing an audible clue as to where they were, Devon heard a thump from nearby. And it wasn't a soft thump either. It sounded like someone had fallen and landed quite hard on the floor or something. But, it sounded like it had come from nearby on the left, even thought it appeared that the left was nothing but the wall under the stairs. It wasn't until he had scanned it a few times that he realized that there was a faint cut-out that appeared to indicate a door, though there was no knob.

Overwhelming curiosity and suspicion lead him to try and peer through the hole, though nothing but pitch-black darkness greeted him. He had been certain that he had heard the thump from that general area, however, and it wasn't like he was going to give up until he was satisfied that it had been nothing. So, he aimed the flashlight at the hole and tried to peer through again, casting a beam of light against the wall and moving it around a bit. But, when it turned out that he couldn't really see anything that way, he tried to get a finger into the door itself to pry it open. Unfortunately, it seemed that, while the doorknob was gone, the mechanism that the doorknob had controlled was still fine, so it didn't do anything.

But that meant that the door could still be opened if there was something that could cause the mechanism to move enough to slip past the guard on the door, so Devon entered the kitchen and began to look around for something small and pointy, eventually settling on a very thin knife that had rusted and corroded beyond repair. With that in hand, he returned to the door and began fiddling with the mechanism to see if he would be able to open the door that way.