The Weasel to the Snake [ Active ] Who: Nightwing (flying_solo), X (permanentia) and Anti (ofheart) What: A meeting of "former" murderers. When: Early afternoon. Where: X's prison. Warnings: ... We'll see. Probably strange, weird talk.
"Note... note... paper.. note.." Anti was nervous, and it showed; he was constantly wringing his dirt-stained hands, glancing over his shoulder every second, even as he stumbled quietly through the Hotel halls.
That was the problem. He wasn't supposed to be in the Hotel! Worse, there were big people all over the place; after spending weeks in the silence of the forest, it was loud. And it smelled funny, like it had in the field when a bird had left a sleeping, red chipmunk for days in the sun. Gross. Cake had been waiting for the little guy to wake up, scarcely leaving the field, and it must have, because it'd been gone one day. He'd seen the bird again then, too.
But here there was a roof. The birds weren't inside, and no matter how many times he glanced up, the sky wasn't there. It was weird. Really weird. Especially since he didn't quite get what the boy on the laptop was going to show him - if it was a game, he'd -- he'd ---- he'd do something bad, he knew it. Ever since... then, there had been some sort of coil growing around him, like something looking for a trigger. It didn't feel nice, but it didn't feel like the Keyblade, which was there, too.
- And then his mind was off the coil-only-not and on a certain door. "A note! I foun' it!" He knew he tripped over words, too, but he couldn't really remember how they were supposed to sound. Come to think of it, Anti couldn't remember a lot.
But he did remember what the note meant. "Mister? Are you in there?" His voice wasn't very loud, but it was hopeful, and that carried through. Oooh, Anti didn't like doors. He eyed this one, shaking in the middle of the hallway, wondering if, because the note was touching the door, it counted as part, too... But none of that showed in his words; X didn't need to know. It was easier that way.