[ She's almost certain she was hearing someone calling her name. But that can't be right, because it sounds like...
No. Got to be imagining it. She's come this far with her little car and hasn't run into a single one of her friends - no flags, no recording logs, nothing. As much as Sciel holds on, holds on so tightly for tomorrow, the absence is something she's also all-too-familiar with, and while she doesn't choose to embrace it, she shoulders it like an old bag and keeps moving. Has to, really.
Sciel is no stranger to the dark and, frankly, doesn't fear it - and doesn't fear what may lurk within it. Not anymore. That's not true of anyone else, though, and she ducks down the hall, calling out, Hey, you okay?, to anyone close by, checking rooms. Some people respond; others don't. It is what it is. She's heading back out and onto the (rickety) fire escape through her window just to see if she can get a better vantage point of what's what...and wouldn't you know it, something's happening below.
Something's happening to someone very familiar.
She doesn't know what overtakes her first, even as she's clomping down the fire escape to the beat of her thundering heart, eyes wide. And on the last set of steps? ]
Yoohoo, bonjour, mon ami. [ Not to Gustave but to the three closing in. Her smile is a crooked, funny thing. ] It's a bit rude to bother my friend.
MY BOY (I am being so vague in this tag okok bc canon points)
No. Got to be imagining it. She's come this far with her little car and hasn't run into a single one of her friends - no flags, no recording logs, nothing. As much as Sciel holds on, holds on so tightly for tomorrow, the absence is something she's also all-too-familiar with, and while she doesn't choose to embrace it, she shoulders it like an old bag and keeps moving. Has to, really.
Sciel is no stranger to the dark and, frankly, doesn't fear it - and doesn't fear what may lurk within it. Not anymore. That's not true of anyone else, though, and she ducks down the hall, calling out, Hey, you okay?, to anyone close by, checking rooms. Some people respond; others don't. It is what it is. She's heading back out and onto the (rickety) fire escape through her window just to see if she can get a better vantage point of what's what...and wouldn't you know it, something's happening below.
Something's happening to someone very familiar.
She doesn't know what overtakes her first, even as she's clomping down the fire escape to the beat of her thundering heart, eyes wide. And on the last set of steps? ]
Yoohoo, bonjour, mon ami. [ Not to Gustave but to the three closing in. Her smile is a crooked, funny thing. ] It's a bit rude to bother my friend.