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Fiona Shepherd ☠ Ereshkigal (ladyofaralu) wrote in paxletalelogs,

At that thought, Fee's eyes widened and she turned to look at Max, then back at the tags that seemed like they were attached to everything. "Well shit," she said as much to herself as him. If these were the belongings of the people who'd lived here -- people who still lived here? -- Fee did not like the sound of that.

"I mean, if it is, then doesn't that mean all these people just suddenly moved out in a hurry and left their shit behind?" she asked, plucking at a tag attached to a baking pan sitting next to a sort of ridiculously large-cupped bra. "Or did they just... disappear?" That was kind of a sketchy thought. It was kind of weird, how empty the building had been when they'd moved in, when from what she understood, it'd been open for a while. It was filling back up again, yeah -- seemed like every week more people were moving in -- but what had happened to the tenants who were here before now? It was the first time Fiona had thought of this, and she didn't like it.

"What the hell is this place?"

Just then, Fee heard a noise -- footsteps moving toward the closet. She grabbed Max, pulling him close to her, their bodies flush in the farthest corner of the seemingly expansive closet. She pulled a large man's trenchcoat, tagged simply "T," closer to them so it hung in front of them, hiding them. She pressed a slender finger to Max's lips as the steps stopped, then shuffled again. Then there was rustling, and the door slammed shut, leaving them in darkness.

"Shit," she whispered. It didn't sound as though whoever'd shut the door had moved away yet.