London's bells arn't ringing.
[ WHO ] : Ciel Phantomhive and whoever wants to join
[ WHERE ]: Apartment hallway
[ WHEN ]: Afternoon of May 21
[ RATING ]: PG
[ WARNINGS ]: None as of yet. Ciel wondered out of his original room in a haze of confusion, there were sounds all around him, and machines he had never seen before. To make things more confusing, he could not here Big Ben chiming in the morning mists, in fact, he was quite sure it was not morning!
Ciel clutched at the red tap he had found tucked near his feet, sure, thanks to a helpful person on that frightful machine, that it would have some use to him at some point. Ciel had a mix of fear and anger tangling in his gut. Where were his servants? Why had they been so dumbfounded to allow their master to be whisked away to some place unknown! And most importantly, where in gods name was his butler!
"Hello?" Ciel's young, thirteen year old voice seemed just about as out of place as his old time London-style clothes. He shivered at the thought of himself not being in his own time , yet alone not in his universe!
"Is there anyone here? Sebastian?!" Ciel wrapped his velvet ruffle tail-coat around himself tighter and adjusted his eye patch carefully, what was he to do? He turned to face his door and find a room number, unable to do anything else at the moment he desided.
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