#terminaticn

#well damn miss fire #looking as fine as ever

>> You don't even realize the route you're taking, you took it once but once is enough. Through alleys and back lots, all until a stairway that you make halfway up it before looking up. You see a familiar figure, not too tall surprisingly for the presence he gives off, long white hair tied up tight, shoulders that seem much smaller compared to when you were small, everything seems so much smaller now that you're bigger. Your brain takes half a monent before you slam back against the railing hard enough for it to creak, eyes darting down then back up again and..? He's gone. Though thinking about it he probably wasn't there to begin with, just the ring playing tricks on you again. Despite common sense telling you otherwise, you finish making your way up the steps, up to the door. Standing there for a few minutes before your fist raises and you knock. Twice, quick, unsure, your head spins and aches and something tells you to leave but your feet stay planted for a good five minutes before your eyes dart to the ground.

>> Back down the stairs, you grab a few rocks, holding them tightly in your fist as you make your way back to the door, opening your hand to reveal a basic key shape. You drop to your knees and peer into the dark keyhole. You can still turn back, Tara. Go back home, nothing happened, you haven't done anything stupid yet. The key slips into the hole, you feel it mold to the shape needed, it took a lot of concentration but when you fiddle with it a bit the lock gives, turning with a CLICK! and you feel yourself get cold. That's it. You certainly just did that. Your hands shake as you pull the key back out, as you slowly stand then reach for the doorknob, almost expecting the door to swing open on its own. When it doesn't, when you open it yourself and only find a dark room on the other side, you can't help but feel a little lost.

>> Slowly, cautiously, you enter. Obviously the tiny apartment is empty, there's nowhere to hide unless its behind a box. You close the door behind you, standing there in the dark for a few minutes before switching the light on. You look around, confused, a little lost, angry, bitter, sad... You sink to the floor, sitting there in the middle of the room like a child waiting for someone to come home. Are you? Are you waiting for him to come-- The thought doesn't finish before your anger engulfs it.

>> You stumble back to your feet, you don't know what you're doing, what you're looking for, but you start to rummage through whatever's left behind. You have half a mind to put things back mostly how you found them. It's easy and quick work going through the room, of course you end up empty handed, were you even really looking for anything? There had to have been something... You just don't know what it is. Standing there, in Slade's apartment, you feel lost, confused, small, angry, you feel helpless with the static drowning everything out, making everything feel far away.