Living Impaired

"Ah, are you lost?"

"......" Small slow nod.

yes, please.  do i need a ticket or something?

Heres ya lucky golden ticket /hands it to you/

oh geeze.  yes hello

would you like to come to my rp choo choo train, cool kid?

"I’m a student here.. and I’m.. sitting. Under the stairs. What are you doing here?"

Though there was not a lot of space, Stevie had seemed to make it work. Half of him still out in the corridor but the most of him in the closed space. The chilled skin touched the boy who was next to him and in the silence between them he stopped breathing. "I'm Stevie"

Just so you know he isn’t exactly human either so he really doesn’t care if she’s a zombie or not “um…very well then…” Arthur’s just not gonna question the female. Just gonna let her do as she pleases.

"Good bye then." She had hoped this person would at least be slightly interesting, but then again who was he to judge. Soon she was off and away leaving the male behind her. "It was a pleasure to meet you." She mumbled.

He’s just gonna stare at her now “um? Miss? Tell someone what exactly?” You’re confusing Artie here, my friend

"...Nothing never mind. I'm just rambling."  She tilted her head to one side slightly. "I should probably leave." Amber didn't want to linger in someones place. There was more of a chance to be caught. Now she didn't need anyone calling her out on being a zombie.

"In London.. I recently moved here." She mumbled looking away from him. "I must admit, I happened to wandered in here." For a moment she was so unfocused she almost stopped breathing. "The door was wide open so I was going to come in and tell someone." A small smile breached her lips. "Maybe...maybe tell someone"

"Well. This is certainly rare. How may I help you?"

"I don't know. How can you help me?" She mused raising her brow ever so slightly. "Perhaps I could help you?"

It was somewhat nervewracking, being alone down there, but he didn’t care enough to move. Instead, he simply sat there in the darkness, on his own, not saying a word to those who passed him by without noticing his presence.

But upon arriving he found someone else was in his place and his foot dragged to a halt. There he stood; in silence. Not even his breathing could be heard. Probably because he wasn't breathing at all. Who on earth was this person and why where they here. Who were they hiding from. "w...who are...you" His words came out a little disjointed. Speaking was hard for him at times.

"...Are..?" pause and then silence.