[LOTTERY LOG] Warehouses can be dangerous for a spirit medium's health [FINISHED]
Who: Shelly de Killer and Maya Fey
What: A meeting in the . . . WAREHOUSES
When: Now
Rating: T for now. You never know
Open: Noooo
Maya had, to say the least, gotten herself lost. Again. While Edgeworth and Phoenix had been talking, she had decided to give the two some alone time, and had snuck off quietly. Now? Now, she was alone, and sort of paranoid about her surroundings. She'd seen all the movies -- warehouses were bad.
Stop it, Maya, She thought to herself. The spirit medium's brow furrowed. This isn't a horror movie. You're fine. . . think of the Steel Samurai!
She crossed her arms over her chest, humming the theme song to the Steel Samurai television show to herself. She soon found herself glancing over her shoulder on occasion -- it was an eerie feeling, really. It didn't seem to matter where she was going in this city -- she felt as though she was constantly being watched. Her humming ceased, and she finally stopped walking. Something about the large warehouse didn't quite rub her right. Maybe it was the loud pelting of rain against the very few windows?
Biting her lower lip, the teen grasped her left upper arm a bit tighter than she'd meant to. "Something is very wrong here. . ."
What: A meeting in the . . . WAREHOUSES
When: Now
Rating: T for now. You never know
Open: Noooo
Maya had, to say the least, gotten herself lost. Again. While Edgeworth and Phoenix had been talking, she had decided to give the two some alone time, and had snuck off quietly. Now? Now, she was alone, and sort of paranoid about her surroundings. She'd seen all the movies -- warehouses were bad.
Stop it, Maya, She thought to herself. The spirit medium's brow furrowed. This isn't a horror movie. You're fine. . . think of the Steel Samurai!
She crossed her arms over her chest, humming the theme song to the Steel Samurai television show to herself. She soon found herself glancing over her shoulder on occasion -- it was an eerie feeling, really. It didn't seem to matter where she was going in this city -- she felt as though she was constantly being watched. Her humming ceased, and she finally stopped walking. Something about the large warehouse didn't quite rub her right. Maybe it was the loud pelting of rain against the very few windows?
Biting her lower lip, the teen grasped her left upper arm a bit tighter than she'd meant to. "Something is very wrong here. . ."