Just in time, I jump on the candy line
WHO: Death the Kid{symmetrickid}, Road {candygenocide}
WHERE: Lobby to Kitchen
WHEN: 11pm
SUMMARY: Describe what happens in the log.
RATING: G-PG-13
WARNINGS: Subject to change
STATUS: In-Progress
The still of the night made each and every sound seem to double in volume. Kid knew that the hotel was even more dangerous to traverse past curfew, and the strange unearthly quiet had him on his guard. Now and than he can hear sounds far away and distance, a muffled cry, the sound of things breaking, and even footfalls that made him feel as if he was being followed. Yet with each backwards glance, there would never be anything there, but the dark long corridor.
He paused at the elevators contemplating his choices. On the one hand the elevator was easier, yet he couldn't shake the memory of the last time him and Soul took it. Regardless that the reflections were gone, there was just something about them he'd rather avoid. There was also the fact that the button panel pissed him off, alright so maybe that was the real reason.
Changing strides he headed for the stairs. They weren't much safer, but at least they weren't so messed up. Making his way downwards he pushed the ground floor door open, and stepped into the lobby. His head turned this way and that, hoping to catch a glimpse of Road in the dimness.
WHERE: Lobby to Kitchen
WHEN: 11pm
SUMMARY: Describe what happens in the log.
RATING: G-PG-13
WARNINGS: Subject to change
STATUS: In-Progress
The still of the night made each and every sound seem to double in volume. Kid knew that the hotel was even more dangerous to traverse past curfew, and the strange unearthly quiet had him on his guard. Now and than he can hear sounds far away and distance, a muffled cry, the sound of things breaking, and even footfalls that made him feel as if he was being followed. Yet with each backwards glance, there would never be anything there, but the dark long corridor.
He paused at the elevators contemplating his choices. On the one hand the elevator was easier, yet he couldn't shake the memory of the last time him and Soul took it. Regardless that the reflections were gone, there was just something about them he'd rather avoid. There was also the fact that the button panel pissed him off, alright so maybe that was the real reason.
Changing strides he headed for the stairs. They weren't much safer, but at least they weren't so messed up. Making his way downwards he pushed the ground floor door open, and stepped into the lobby. His head turned this way and that, hoping to catch a glimpse of Road in the dimness.