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[sparkys_fire]

Who: Liz Sherman and OPEN
Where: The Study, Floor One
When: Day 005 - Noon
What: Guess who’s back? Liz has been missing since the end of the night of Day One and hasn’t been heard from since. Dazed and confused she’s found herself in the Study once more...
Warnings: None yet

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[sparkys_fire]

If it were up to Liz she would just sit there and stare at thee wall for a while. Staring tended to make her feel better. Something bout the void of emotion and the lack of doing anything was relaxing. She hadn't noticed the boy at first, just sitting there and letting herself get her mind to her again. Hell, she sometimes didn't mind being Dizzy, but this was uncomfortable.

When the water bottle appeared and the boy spoke she looked up to him slowly, blinked, then took the offered bottle with out much thought to it. "You've been through it before?"

She didn't recognize him. A Kid. There seemed to be a lot of them around here. Cracking open the water bottle she mindlessly took a careful sip, put the cap back on and tipped her head back against the wall while watching him. Flat and emotionless she said. "Thank you." as she indicated the water bottle in her hands.

[sparkys_fire]

Well, perhaps that was all she would get from this one, but that was a good enough start. Maybe Lil Miss didn't know who she was, or many only she knew. For one, she was starting to believe that Lil Miss wasn't the child in the picture in the study.

"Thanks for the advice." She said to his last bit there. She knew about obsessions and how badly one could get caught into them. "I'm just a bit curious though. Nothing to worry about. I'd just like a way to get back home I guess. that's my current goal."

Wait... she sat up more, glancing back to the study room, then to the boy again. "That reminds me... the photograph in the study. Do you know those people?"

[allthekeys]

"Well, so long as you focus on that. Stop worrying about home, though." He shrugged. "I don't know of anyone that has ever left." He licked his lips, not biting down like a normal child might have, simply offering a tiny gesture of uncertainty. "Answers and finding your way home, I guess...I don't know, I see more people end up dying cause they had to make it back than people that just tried to find things out."

Something twisted on his face, just for a moment, something dark and unhappy and entirely closed off, and then it was gone, small face shuttering against any emotion that might have escaped. "No."

[sparkys_fire]

His answer was making her think more and more that something happened back home and she was dead. Her head tipped back, eyes closed for just a moment. This is Hell, again, and i'm too far away to hear his voice.

The 'no' made her raise a brow though. Okay, clearly that is a taboo subject that she wont bring up again, or at least not right now. She still had so many questions about that family though. If this boy was born here, maybe he was... part of it.

She looked at him again with a small nod, clearly side stepping that line of questions and going back to the earlier statement. "I don't have to find a way back. I know someone will find me and bring me back home. It's nice to have answers though. I'll just... do my best to stay alive until then and snoop around for answers."

[allthekeys]

He scowled at the raised brow, hands tightening against his knees. "Yeah well, if that works out for you great."

He'd been born here, unlike them, unlike all of them.

There was no home for him to come back to, only this place and its nightmares.

"You can't sit around and stare at the walls if you want answers. They won't just find you." He climbed to his feet, staring down at her. "Nothing here will coddle you, you're in this place again."

[sparkys_fire]

She looked up at him as he stood, staring down at her. Perhaps she brought up the wrong questions or comments. She made a note to herself, to be careful about what she says around this boy, that is if she saw him again anyhow.

"I'm not used to being coddled anyhow, so that's nothing new." She gave him another small nod, just looking up at him, opening the water bottle once more. "I'll be looking around soon. The water helps." She stated again, taking another small sip and capping it again.

"Can I ask a couple more questions of you?" Before he races off into the night never to be seen from again...

[allthekeys]

"Good. Maybe you'll survive then."

He nodded. "I'm always thirsty when I wake up. It helps you wake up and feel human. Drinking something." He frowned, looking at the ground and seeming to consider leaving her anyway. "Sure. Fine. Not promising I'll answer."

[sparkys_fire]

"Feeling human...heh." It was said with out her meaning to actually voice it, eyes diverted to the bottle for a moment. She shook her head and spoke on anyhow.

"You don't have to answer but... do you know of a Leon around here? Ever talked to anyone with that name?" And she added, right after that, as if checking off a list of need to know info. "And... if I wanted to find you in this house, where might the best place to look for you be?"

She doubted she'd get real answers form either. He looked ready to bolt any moment now. She couldn't blame him if he did.

[allthekeys]

He looked at her then away, sighing softly under his breath. "Not either."

His hands clinched at his side, head tipped. "Leon? No, I don't think so. Haven't seen anyone like that. Try to avoid people, though, so that doesn't mean he's not here." He frowned, then shrugged and made a circle with his hand. "If I'm in the house, I'll be around. If I'm not, you won't be able to find me."

He hesitated, hands flexing. "If you need me for some insane reason, leave a note in the study, on the desk. I'll find you."

[sparkys_fire]

"Lil Miss didn't like him. She hit him with a tea cup." Meaning, hey, Lock, you might like Leon, you might not. Oh well, as he said he didn't see everyone, so maybe he's around. She should start looking.

And yet she stayed seated still, giving a glance over to the study door again. So far it was the room she liked the most, because it gave her the most questions.

"Alright. I'll leave you a note if I'm looking for you." Better then nothing, she thought. One last question though, as he wasn't moving yet. "Do the names Rose, Lilia, or March mean anything to you?" She was testing his reaction to that, and wondering if he was the person who wrote I cant... on the paper in the study that one day.

Again, she didn't expect much of an answer, bu she was watching him carefully now.

[allthekeys]

"Yeah? Must be a cool guy then." Anyone who managed to piss the girl off was good enough for him. He didn't look at the study door, refusing to acknowledged that he was standing near it.

"Yeah ok." He frowned, hoping this thing was finally done.

He flinched at the sound of the names before he controlled his expression again, scowling. "They're dead. Leave it alone. They don't mean anything to anyone."

[sparkys_fire]

Good, so maybe if he meets Leon he wont think of him as so bad. Still, she wasn't focused on that now, the boys reaction to the names got all of her attention at the moment.

Being more animated now then she had been, she leaned forward into her knees, palms of her hands on the floor in front of her and looked up to the boy, seeming concerned but more interested.

"Lock... do you know what happened to them? How long ago did they die?" And so many other questions as well, but... this house brought so many questions to begin with.

[allthekeys]

"They died like everyone else. What do you expect, lady?" He scowled, stepping away from her as though physically separating him from the question. "They're dead, they don't matter."

He swallowed, shoulders heaving once, as though he was containing some sort of strong emotion, though it was impossible to tell just what sort. "Just...just shut up and stop asking about things you know nothing about like you have the right to know. You wanna know what sorta flowers they buried them with? You wanna know how they did his hair or how they dressed her? Because fuck you that's none of your business."

[sparkys_fire]

Clearly they meant something to him, or at least that was what she was reading out of his reaction. She knew sh had to pick her words a bit more carefully now, but she wasn't sure how to. most everything she wanted to know was going to be more intrusive, and most of the guesses she had now were just wild ballpark guesses.

Was he related? Was he the child? March maybe? If that was a name at all. He only mentioned him and her, not another. But this was all... a lot of guessing and nothing factual.

"I'm sorry, Lock. I don't want to upset you, I promise you that. But I've been stuck here for a while and these things, they interest me. I lost all of my family so... something like this..." she shook her head, leaning back into the wall again. "I'm sorry. There's just something about that family that made me wish I knew them." She didn't ask anymore questions. Not yet anyhow.

[allthekeys]

"It doesn't matter what you meant." He scowled, stuffing his hand in his pockets. "It doesn't matter if they interest you either. They're dead. Stop trying to look in their graves."

He shook his head, not even reacting to her mention of losing her family, instead he half crouched, blue eyes narrowed in a scowl.

For a moment, he looked not unlike the man in the picture. "They won't help you get your answers. Leave it alone."

[sparkys_fire]

She rested her chin on her need, keeping an eye on him as he crouched there. Blue eyes narrowed and that scowl. There was a moment there that he looked... familiar. She got the feeling that there was a lot more to this boy then she could even begin to imagine.

"Alright. I'm sorry. I didn't realize they meant so much to you. Thank you for talking to me though." This was just going to fuel the next line of questions, for another day. 'They' might not give her the answers she was looking for, but she had a strong feeling Lock would. Even if they weren't the answers to get home, it would solve a few mysteries, right?

"I'll stop asking you about it." For now.