[Open Post] Scream in the Night

[booradley_girl]

Late at night, Dancy is on watch, as she'd promised Hisoka: she's not accustomed to working with anything like a team, but this makes up for the fact that her angel seems to have forsaken her in this strange place. It keeps her busy: idle hands were the devil's best tools, her grandmother always said

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[invsbl_eyebrows]

It's late, so Tom's in bed, but whatever weirdo magical stuff is going on is making it hard for him to sleep. He can feel it, and it's creeping him out. He tosses and turns for a while, then gives up and decides to get out of bed.

But it's dark, and he can't see where he's walking, so he ends up tripping over a roll of fabric he left lying on the floor.

Dancy might hear a small yelp coming from one of the bedrooms, if she happens to be walking past.

[booradley_girl]

She's making her way along a hallway, keeping her ears and eyes peeled for anything suspicious, which is when she hears the yelp. She scurries down the carpeting, following the cry, tracking it to one of several doors. She'll knock on them, one after the other, calling in to them, till she comes to Tom's.

"Are you all right in there?"

[invsbl_eyebrows]

"Crap. Crap!" Tom says, blushing, and scrambling to get up, knocking a few things over in the process. "Yeah, I'm fine," he calls. "I just, um, tripped over some chiffon."

[booradley_girl]

"Mind if I come in to check? Just want to be sure you're all right," she calls in to him. That clatter of stuff makes her a bit worried. People sometimes minimize things out of embarrassment.

[invsbl_eyebrows]

"Er," Tom says, feeling embarrassed and slightly weirded out at the thought of some random person coming into his room and seeing him in his pyjamas. "Sure."

[booradley_girl]

The door opens and a girl perhaps a bit younger than she enters, peering into the room before she enters. And one of the first things he might notice -- besides the fact that she's wearing a man-sized tee-shirt over a long-sleeved leotard and khaki cargo pants -- is that her hair and skin are pale and her eyes pink...

[invsbl_eyebrows]

Well, he can't see much at all at the moment, considering that it's dark. He fumbles for the lightswitch and flicks it on.

"Wow," he says, when he's stopped blinking and his eyes have adjusted a little. "You're really pale."

[booradley_girl]

She'll look him up and down, surprised. "So are you, too," she notes, and from the tone of her voice, there's a bit of relief: she hasn't seen many people as pale as either one of them.

[invsbl_eyebrows]

Neither has Tom, which is why his voice is rising a little in excitement. "So are you actually an albino? That's cool. Everyone at home used to call me an albino. I'm not really though. I've just got lots of weirdo pale genes."

[booradley_girl]

"All the doctors I've seen have said I'm albino," she says, with a shrug. "I don't always put stock in them, but it puts a name to it: good enough for me."

[invsbl_eyebrows]

"Was anyone else in your family an albino? Or was it just you?"

[booradley_girl]

"Just me, as far as I know," she says, with a small shrug. "Never met my birth father, so I don't know what he looked like."

We almost wonder, given the way her mother could communicate with angels and how she ran from them, if her bio-father might be something Other, but canon is vague at best.

[invsbl_eyebrows]

"Weird," Tom says. "Nobody in my family was pale either. And I knew both my parents."

[booradley_girl]

"Could be one of those genetic things, what they call them, when something in the water or the air affects a woman when she's pregnant and it gets to the baby?" she says. "Word's escaping me."

[invsbl_eyebrows]

"Er," Tom says, feeling a bit stupid. He's never even heard about anything like that. "I dunno."

[booradley_girl]

She'll look around at the stuff in the room. "You sew?" she asks, noting the fabric bolts and such, glad to change the subject from herself.