Shilo's Intro [Incomplete]

[cagedinfection]

Characters: Shilo and Yosuke, anyone else who pops in~
Setting: Entrance room
Time: Night 006, approaching midnight
Summary: Shilo and Yosuke arrive in the house!
Warnings: Lame post titles? *blames Drunk*

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[willshootyou]

Cold. It was particularly cold here- and for the most part there was an empty silence. The cold reached further than of the body sensory of touch and pierced right through the first layers of skin through muscle and chilled the bones.

There was a boy- his back against one wall covered with faded wall paper- dressed in a militant uniform of green, a white brimless beret seated on a head of short blond hair- black gloved hands gripped tightly against his rifle-more out of using it as a security blanket than for it’s real use. The place was eerie but he had yet to see any reason to really use his fire arm. For now he clung to it, for it was the most familiar thing he had for the time being…

Soft intakes of breath were all that filled those ears when it came to sound while blue irises narrowed at the darkness that spanned before him as he stood in that wide room. Where…was he…? This-house was not one he recognized, not to say he made much of a habit of visiting houses of the idiots that surrounded his own home, but still… this had a different feel all together, his hands felt clammy underneath the black fabric of gloves. He had been wandering aimlessly along-he hadn’t gotten far from the initial room he had opened his eyes in. Hearing noises, at a distance those eyes shot up and fused back to the door he had not so long ago passed through-it sounded like voices of some kind….

Back slumped against that wall for support as he stood near the fireplace, he tired to shake off the unnerved feeling tickling against the back of his neck. With hands gripping tighter against the weapon in his arms he swallowed down and tried to calm himself. This wasn’t home, this wasn’t his safe little bubble-space surrounded by Alps.

“…This is… intolerable”.

He sighed-giving his skull a small shake before he slid one hand back to push off the wall he had kept his back against, his eyes fixing upon the doors he had originally walked through-quietly-he stepped before the side of his head came to press to the door itself-ear listening to try and distinguish who was behind in the previous room.

Two voices. One sounded feminine the other male-they also sounded young, and-unfamiliar. “Hmph…”