amoung grey ashes [ closed; you don't want in on this believe me ]
Characters: Allen & Nea Walker
Location:Creeping Crypt Unit 1G
Rating: uh...PG-13 (if it'll stay there)
Time: October 24th around 1 AM
Description: Allen meets "Allen".
Maybe the evening shift hadn’t been the best idea. Allen had never had the best sense of direction, in a new place, poor lighting, it was a recipe for disaster. Added to that he was distracted, extremely distracted. He glanced at the moon, strange beedy eyes staring back at him. It reminded him of his dreams with the broken buildings and Mana’s voice coming to him through an unseen filter. It looked like it would be at home in his dreams, not in a good way.
It should have taken him maybe half an hour to get back to his room but it must have been close to 1 AM by the time he was in front of his own door. It wasn’t his room quite yet even if Allen had never held much sentimentality for those kinds of things, travelled too much, moved too much, but the feeling of wrongness in being in this place to begin with had yet to fade.
He wanted to just fall into bed and sleep, dream himself back to where he should be.
Location:Creeping Crypt Unit 1G
Rating: uh...PG-13 (if it'll stay there)
Time: October 24th around 1 AM
Description: Allen meets "Allen".
Maybe the evening shift hadn’t been the best idea. Allen had never had the best sense of direction, in a new place, poor lighting, it was a recipe for disaster. Added to that he was distracted, extremely distracted. He glanced at the moon, strange beedy eyes staring back at him. It reminded him of his dreams with the broken buildings and Mana’s voice coming to him through an unseen filter. It looked like it would be at home in his dreams, not in a good way.
It should have taken him maybe half an hour to get back to his room but it must have been close to 1 AM by the time he was in front of his own door. It wasn’t his room quite yet even if Allen had never held much sentimentality for those kinds of things, travelled too much, moved too much, but the feeling of wrongness in being in this place to begin with had yet to fade.
He wanted to just fall into bed and sleep, dream himself back to where he should be.