// Doors and Sunlight,
Who: Eli and whoever hears the childpire ferociously banging on the door.
Where Outside the mansion. AND INSIDE?!
When: Early dawn. The sun is just beginning to rise.
Rating: Oh, man. G, unless Eli explodes into bloodness.
Summary: Eli has just arrived on the mansion grounds, but there's one problem: He can't seek refuge in the building without being invited in.
the Story: Eli stood out in the cold, his bare feet buried in the white fluff. He'd lost his socks back there, somewhere, as he'd searched for Oskar hopelessly in the dark. Regardless of how often he'd called, he'd received no answer; not a peep from his friend. Eli hadn't been able to pick up on his thoughts, either. Instead, the search through the minds of countless others left him with an almost static silence. Swallowing hard, Eli looked up toward the mansion, regarding it with little interest as his fingers curled around the long sleeves of his knitted sweater.
"Oskar," he called quietly once more. Still, there was no answer. Oskar wasn't here. Håkan was dead. The realization that he was alone was suddenly dawning on him, and he furrowed his eyebrows as his eyes darted around for any sign of something familiar. A building, a tree-- a face.
Nothing.
He leaned his head back to gaze up at the sky, and as the stars shined above, he wondered, for the seventh time since arriving, how he had come to be here. Oskar would not have gotten off the train without him, would he? He wouldn't have abandoned him. ...Even if he would have, and if Eli had been discarded of, there had been no sign of the crate he'd been in. No fragments of wood, and no planks. Nothing. He hadn't even found any of his belongings scattered in the snow.
Eli bit his lip and stepped forward, then up the stairs to the mansion's door. He knocked, and knocked again. When that had appeared fruitless, he left the mansion to search elsewhere. There was little shelter to be found outside the mansion walls, however, and he eventually found his way back to continue his knocking. "Hello? Hello? Is anyone home?" No answer. "He--" The sound of birds chirping interrupted his knocking, and he turned his head to look over his shoulder. The blue velveteen of the night sky was starting to fade into shades of cerulean and sky blue, and Eli's eyes widened in shock. "Hello?!" He pounded his fists against the door, sinking down to his knees as morning continued to approach. "Please, someone answer. Please! Please, let me in. Let me in."
Where Outside the mansion. AND INSIDE?!
When: Early dawn. The sun is just beginning to rise.
Rating: Oh, man. G, unless Eli explodes into bloodness.
Summary: Eli has just arrived on the mansion grounds, but there's one problem: He can't seek refuge in the building without being invited in.
the Story: Eli stood out in the cold, his bare feet buried in the white fluff. He'd lost his socks back there, somewhere, as he'd searched for Oskar hopelessly in the dark. Regardless of how often he'd called, he'd received no answer; not a peep from his friend. Eli hadn't been able to pick up on his thoughts, either. Instead, the search through the minds of countless others left him with an almost static silence. Swallowing hard, Eli looked up toward the mansion, regarding it with little interest as his fingers curled around the long sleeves of his knitted sweater.
"Oskar," he called quietly once more. Still, there was no answer. Oskar wasn't here. Håkan was dead. The realization that he was alone was suddenly dawning on him, and he furrowed his eyebrows as his eyes darted around for any sign of something familiar. A building, a tree-- a face.
Nothing.
He leaned his head back to gaze up at the sky, and as the stars shined above, he wondered, for the seventh time since arriving, how he had come to be here. Oskar would not have gotten off the train without him, would he? He wouldn't have abandoned him. ...Even if he would have, and if Eli had been discarded of, there had been no sign of the crate he'd been in. No fragments of wood, and no planks. Nothing. He hadn't even found any of his belongings scattered in the snow.
Eli bit his lip and stepped forward, then up the stairs to the mansion's door. He knocked, and knocked again. When that had appeared fruitless, he left the mansion to search elsewhere. There was little shelter to be found outside the mansion walls, however, and he eventually found his way back to continue his knocking. "Hello? Hello? Is anyone home?" No answer. "He--" The sound of birds chirping interrupted his knocking, and he turned his head to look over his shoulder. The blue velveteen of the night sky was starting to fade into shades of cerulean and sky blue, and Eli's eyes widened in shock. "Hello?!" He pounded his fists against the door, sinking down to his knees as morning continued to approach. "Please, someone answer. Please! Please, let me in. Let me in."