WHO: Helena Campbell & Vincent Valentine WHERE: Following the map towards orbiting giants? WHEN: Sometime in the afternoon. RATING: Nothing bad.
A soft click sounded through the abonormally quiet walls of Cheshire Crossing as the door to A116 opened very very slowly. One single piercing hazel eye peered from around the door, glancing up and down the hallway making sure no one was around. A nurse however, poked her head from around the corner to see what the noise was. Noticing the door to the newest recluse was slowly opening, the nurse stopped and backed up a bit to see the door fully. Helena caught the nurse spying, and instantly slammed the door shut again. A heavy sighed escaped her as she clutched her gift to her chest, eyes closed like she was trying to muster courage to open the door back up.
Realigning her shoulders, she exhaled deeply, and opened the door once more throwing light into her room. It was a mess, cluttered with papers which were completely covered over with black and white drawings. Magazine clippings, and markers, and charcoal, and pens, and pencils were thrown all over the floor as the walls were completely covered with drawings of what looked like an intricate city. Finally stepping out into the hallway, she glanced around nervously. She looked a tad bit disheveled. It wasn't that she was... dirty, she looked in a disarray. Short brown hair was particularily mussed up like her hands hand been continuously running through the choppy strands. Bangs fell into her eyes, and remained there as her white t-shirt hung off her shoulders and looked like it has been stretched both over her head, and knees... it also had a grey tone to it from all the charcoal dust, ink stains, and pencil smudges. Hands were almost black from drawing for a week straight, and she looked a bit sour.
Pajama pants hung off her hips and had just as much, if not more, stains, and ink, and charcoal all over them, like she sat on the drawings a few times. Rabbit slippers with the ears flopped over bit, like they were tired and exhausted. Pulling her hands from her chest she studied the well drawn out, and accurate map that Vincent drew on the back of the card. Blinking for a moment, she studied the map, and then looked ahead of her and then back down at the map, almost like she was unsure this was correct. Goodness what she would give to have the Bobs here to make naivgating a little easier.
Sighing heavily, she looked around the corridors before taking off in the direction of his room. It wasn't that confusing of a walk, around the corner up the stairs, down the corridor, and turn right Vincent's room was right there. Though, it did take the girl longer than the normal person considering she continuously got sidetracked, either peering into other patient's rooms, or staring at her reflection in a window. About twenty minutes later, Helena found herself at the door to B110. She considered knocking for a moment, only to give up and press her ear to the door, right cheek, and head flush against the wooden door, listening for any sign of life beyond the door.
Voice was soft as she called out from the other side, not bothering to pull her face from the door. "you can't run away from home without destroying somone's world..." It wasn't loud enough to be understood, but perhaps loud enough to grab someone's attention, and with that... she waited. Waited to see if what she had really was the 'charm', waited to see if someone was on the other side... waited for answers to riddles that didn't make any sense.