Dec 13, 2006 13:35
With some food and a bit of this 'munny' everyone kept talking about, Alice Elliot was finally on her way to getting some much needed rest for the evening. She'd try to leave a message for Greed before she dozed off, but, given how weary she really was, there was no guarantee. Regardless, she was sure that he'd get in touch with her if need be, so there wasn't much sense in worrying over it.
There was no rest for the dead, it seemed.
With her heavy bible and newly-acquired journal tucked under her arm, Alice pushed the door open to what the locals called the Second District. Apparently, this was where the famous hotel was. The silver-haired girl frowned as she closed the heavy doors behind her; all of the other districts seemed so quiet and dangerous compared to the first one, which was literally bustling with life and activity. She was alone as well, which was always a troubling thought considering, but Alice was a sharp girl. She was sure to be able to sense anything that might come her way and prepare herself for it. It was hardly as though she were helpless, after all.
vergil sparda,
alice elliot