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WHO: Jezebel!Scissorhands and Ichabod Todd!
WHEN: Flood!
WHERE: Todd's place
He was an expert at moving without being seen. Jezebel cut down the halls between the shadows, making his way silently, keeping a weary eye for any passers by. His hands were folded neatly behind his back, a place he often left the makeshift, dangerous things when he felt shy of them. His eyes, ringed in black insomnia and peering from behind a curtain of matted, fly away silver hair, finally settled on the correct door. Hesitating a moment while chewing his black bottom lip, he reached out and gently knocked, before folding his hand back behind him.
He didn't quite understand why he was forgoing the safety of his own room, but part of him liked the idea of being useful to something... and this was clearly work he could do.
WHEN: Flood!
WHERE: Todd's place
He was an expert at moving without being seen. Jezebel cut down the halls between the shadows, making his way silently, keeping a weary eye for any passers by. His hands were folded neatly behind his back, a place he often left the makeshift, dangerous things when he felt shy of them. His eyes, ringed in black insomnia and peering from behind a curtain of matted, fly away silver hair, finally settled on the correct door. Hesitating a moment while chewing his black bottom lip, he reached out and gently knocked, before folding his hand back behind him.
He didn't quite understand why he was forgoing the safety of his own room, but part of him liked the idea of being useful to something... and this was clearly work he could do.