eleventh burn
[Michael/"Jackson" - laugh now - is wandering the halls of the castle. He's been around for a couple days now, and he's confused. Sure he's read through the journal and figured out the whole deal, but....he can't find his room. Shouldn't he have a room? And why does he seem to be affiliated with this Michael Westen guy? It works for him, though, because he found Michael's room empty and kinda slept in it.]
[But he's still wandering around, his pace a bit fast. He's looking around and muttering to himself, and just looks very worried.]
There are so many rooms. So many. I'll never find one for me.
[and he murmured names on the doors as he passes them by]
...Sam Axe..- [he pauses a moment at that name, but then shrugs and keeps going]
[But he's still wandering around, his pace a bit fast. He's looking around and muttering to himself, and just looks very worried.]
There are so many rooms. So many. I'll never find one for me.
[and he murmured names on the doors as he passes them by]
...Sam Axe..- [he pauses a moment at that name, but then shrugs and keeps going]