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Post by Havok on May 27, 2011 13:40:43 GMT -5
Assurred, Alex walked to the elevator. Not all who lived in the mansion could press the button without frying the wiring behind it, so it had been equipped with a motion detector, for which Alex was really grateful right now. The elevator brought them to the floor where Alex knew Violet lived, although, as he stepped out, looking up and down the corridor, he was unsure where to go.
"So, which way?" he asked, shifting her body more comfortably in his hold.
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Post by gravity on May 27, 2011 14:26:56 GMT -5
Violet didn't answer. She was semiconscious at best and felt like his voice had come from a great distance and therefore could not have been directed at her.
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Post by Havok on May 27, 2011 14:55:23 GMT -5
Alex looked at her face; she seemed to be asleep already. "Oh great," he said. It was a late hour and it was both good, because they wouldn't run into too many students who'd give them weird looks, and at the same time bad, because not only did he have no one to ask for directions, but he could also wake someone up if he knocked on the wrong door. He imagined the look that someone would give him, opening the door in the middle of the night to find a man dressed up as Sam Flynn carrying in his arms, wedding style, an apparently drunk and barely dressed teacher. Don't mind us, kid, it's just a weird dream you're seeing, just tell me where to find the room.
However, his ability to orient in space did not let him down. The first room he tried was, apparently, Violet's. He decided not to turn the lights on and just put her down on her bed.
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