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[Elfeater]

Lukas looks up for a second and nods to the new comer.

[Slayerhero90]

Mr. Jilly walks up to the door that Bridger assaults. He tries the doorknob without success. It would open out, if it weren't rusted shut. The hinges are not visible from this side, of course.
The window on the door is covered by a sheet of paper, also on the other side.

A loud clanging noise resonates from behind the door, masked by Bridger's striking against the metal.

The fabric is blank on both sides, and coarse.
It probably came from some article of clothing.

[HissinhWalnuts]

Whoever you are, do you think your cane is strong enough to break the window?

[Elfeater]

Lukas shrugs and an pockets the cloth. We need to get out of here.
Noting the commotion by the door, he moves to examine the spot light.

[Remuthra]

Bridger gives his best psychopathic grin.
"I don't need a cane!"
Bash in the glass, heedless of any harm to myself.

[Gamerlord]

Spoiler: If There Are Spaces (click to show/hide)

Name: Shane
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Nationality: Australian
Appearance: 6 ft, thin frame, green eyes, dark brown hair, short beard, chain of tattoos across back, all resembling a fusion of machinery and cave paintings. (sequence is Glutton, Auroch, Gazelle, Irish Elk, Komodo Dragon, Runt Wolf, Feral Cat, Praying Mantis, Rhino.)
Disabilities: slight OCD tendencies, slight unconfirmed Asperger tendencies, bottles up anger until he snaps, chronic trust (others and self) issues,

Talents: fairly decent at knife work, both against other knife wielders and trained martial artists attempting to go for a disarm, some skill with computer systems, minor talent for improvisation of solutions to minor problems.
Personality: habit of going into berserker rages when pushed too far, quiet, naturally angry and hostile to others.

[doolydeath1]

Jack confidently walks toward the old man to tap on his shoulder. Stop! your gonna hurt yourself if you go any further, we need to find another way to get the door open!

[Slayerhero90]

The reinforced glass does not break, nor does the paper on the other side fall off.
Bridger's hand bounces back from the panel, and it does hurt a bit.

Another clang and a woman shouting with anger from behind the door are accompanied by a distant explosion.

The floodlight, set up to the immediate right of the door, illuminates the ground and wall opposite.
It is bolted to the floor and made of what is presumably steel.
It, as previously mentioned, is dim and flickers erratically.
Up close, a crack in the glass is visible, as well as a screwed-shut panel in the back.

[doolydeath1]

Jack evaluates the situation and comes up with an idea! Outta the way! Let me try to get the door open! He flexes his muscles then grabs the floodlight to try ,with all of his strength, to pull it out of the floor!

[Remuthra]

"Ah! Damned tricky door!"

[HissinhWalnuts]

Guys our best option here is to shove down this door, I will need some help but we can probably shove it down.

[LeoLeonardoIII]

Boxcar Jack massages his scruffy jaw.

"Don't any a' you care about why we're all in here right now? This sounds like some kinda' commie experiment."

He looks himself over for any new tattoos, sewn-up incisions, etc.

"Anyone else want me ta look ya over?" He wiggles his fingers.

"And what about that cloth? Did it come from any of our clothes? Hold it up to the light to see if there's any a' that un-viz-ee-bul ink."

[Slayerhero90]

The floodlight twists and shrieks metallically until Mr. Austin wrenches the upper half from the stand.
It does not shut off, but starts making a loud whirring noise.
It is frigid to the touch.
Wires and strands of red thread hang from the torn-off portion.

Jack finds no tattoos, but he does find a small incision just above the bridge of his nose.
It is clean and smooth.
Touching it gives him a minor headache.

The noise behind the door stops.

[HissinhWalnuts]

Max begins pushing the door.

[LeoLeonardoIII]

"Dey put sumpin' in my braaaain!" Boxcar shouts. He points to the incision and stares at each of the others in turn. Do they also have one?

Take off my shoe and put it on my hand so I can strike someone with it really hard. Old hobo trick.