The Elevator is Hungry
Characters: Black, Rogue, Derrick, and Youth
Date/Time: Jan. 26th, 7am
Location: The Elevator
Rating: PG13??
Summary: The elevator has struck and and they are very much caught within its walls. Black knew he hated that elevator for a reason
Black had waken up as usual even though it was his day off from work. He picked up his violin case, pulling it into hand and set it on the bed. After getting dress it returned to his hand, making his way towards the elevators. He ignored the robbers band on his arm, sliding off to the side and into the shadows. He didn't want to get caught again, and narrowed his eyes promptly at such a judgement of the tree.
Black knew that he was a demon. A full fledged demon, and he didn't like it one bit. He didn't feel like being put into a jail like the others. So ducking into the elevators where the nearest place to hide was the best option. Someplaces in the Wilderness, where it was dark and gloomy, where he could be alone, where he had oddly felt at home, he could play his violin.
He waited til the doors closed, and leaned back against the metal.
Date/Time: Jan. 26th, 7am
Location: The Elevator
Rating: PG13??
Summary: The elevator has struck and and they are very much caught within its walls. Black knew he hated that elevator for a reason
Black had waken up as usual even though it was his day off from work. He picked up his violin case, pulling it into hand and set it on the bed. After getting dress it returned to his hand, making his way towards the elevators. He ignored the robbers band on his arm, sliding off to the side and into the shadows. He didn't want to get caught again, and narrowed his eyes promptly at such a judgement of the tree.
Black knew that he was a demon. A full fledged demon, and he didn't like it one bit. He didn't feel like being put into a jail like the others. So ducking into the elevators where the nearest place to hide was the best option. Someplaces in the Wilderness, where it was dark and gloomy, where he could be alone, where he had oddly felt at home, he could play his violin.
He waited til the doors closed, and leaned back against the metal.