[001] intro post; open!

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Characters: Axel and anyooooooneeee /ghost noises
Setting: Dorm room hallways.
Format: Whatever you want!
Summary: Axel's just ditched his dorm room and is trying to look like he knows where he's going wandering around the hallways, looking for some info.
Warnings: Possible mild cursing?



Confusion and panic tend to go hand in hand, but Axel's not going to let that be the case for him.

After stuffing the letters he'd found in one pocket of his cloak, Axel had been quick to get out of the room he'd woken up in. He'd taken note of the number on the door on his way out, so that he could be sure of where he needed to head back to- afterall, that trunk seemed to have his stuff in it, among a few other things- and then gotten to searching up and down the halls for a familiar face, or better yet, someone who looked like they were in a position of authority.

And that's where he still is now, getting increasingly impatient and frustrated with himself for not actually knowing what the hell else to do.

Still, no need to stress. There had to be someone around with enough of a brain to answer his questions.

Just a matter of finding them.

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[Francis was coming back from a rousing run in the forest, all thanks to a rabbit that had decided he looked fun to nibble on. Easy to suffice, he looked a little tighter around the lips than usual. He'd obviously gotten away unscathed, luck on his side, but he'd forgotten his lighter in his room and he desperately needed a smoke.

Now, he didn't mind walking, but his room was toward the back of the first floor of dormitories near the staircase. He rarely saw the thing in use and reasoned that the Tower simply hadn't snatched enough to fill it as they'd done the first. However, when he saw a cloaked figure meandering down...

Suffice to say he was a bit shocked, exclaiming in hushed French:] My God. Your hair!

[Snaps out of it, because there's more than the shock of red hair deterring the boy from appearing like a wholesome child. Francis thought he looked like a literal matchstick, actually. Back to English (lazy mun is lazy) now, offered a subtle smile] Hello there. New, I take it? [He looked kind of agitated, his new matchstick friend...]

oh sweet baby jesus all the tags-- you guys are awesome

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[Axel doesn't recognise the language Francis speaks in at first, but it doesn't bother him. If this guy can't help him, he'd just have to keep moving.

However, the moment he swaps to english, Axel pauses and turns, and offers what is possibly a slightly intimidating lack of response to Francis' smile. Ignoring the question, he instead skips straight to the point. Only kind of agitated, huh?]

Where's the exit to this place?

[There's an exit, right?]

;)

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[Getting a better look at the boy--slightly intimidating? Is that what that was? 'kay!--He can't help but think he looks like one of England's children back in the wild days of punk. Looking down he was surprised to not see platforms.

Undeterred, Francis snorted and shook his head.]

Mm, I do not know. It's difficult to leave for good. [head tilt]

Not without dying and even that's not a cure-all. Oh, a few have been released to the wreckage of their homes but they come back in shambles.

... f-francis is so cool

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[...Evidently not. Axel's not sure if he likes this guy, or is annoyed by him. Francis is certainly helpful enough though, so he lets up a little on the whole Mr Frowny Face thing. Can't hurt to uncross his arms, right?]

Doesn't dying kind of defeat the purpose?

NO YOU.

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[Francis grows on you. He's just a bit morbid thanks to that rabbit. It was SCARY, okay?
Shifting his weight he grinned, reaching in his pockets to take out a cigarette. Ignore his oral fixation.]

Ah, I suppose in a normal universe that applies. You do not stay dead here.

[brow quirk, reaches up to touch his own cheek below the eye, giving his matchstick a mildly curious look] You did not happen to get those tattoos in prison for killing people, did you?

Just curious.