Adam Milligan (
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OPEN | here come the night
Who: Adam Milligan (
halfwinchester) and whoever else might be admiring Ewaymas!
Where: Around the mansion.
When: Dec. 13, anytime from late night to mid-afternoon.
Rating: G for now!
Summary: What the hell's with all this Christmas stuff? At least one newcomer is out and about looking at the changes.
The Story:
[Very rarely does Adam sleep through the night--or at all, if he's being honest. When the light fades and the mansion gets quiet, it's the perfect time for thoughts of his time in the pit to creep back in, and almost every night begins and ends with him sitting wide-awake until he's too tired to mount a defense. Sometimes he likes to ward away his nightmares in the bathroom. It's smaller in there, and reminds him of the times he'd hidden there when he'd been sick with the flu as a young child.
That night, he's counting spots on the ceiling of his room when the snow starts to fall, and it's the first thing that grabs Adam's attention before the noise starts. Snow? Had that been in Wonderland's weather report? By the time his curiosity wins out over his apprehension, the noises outside his door have long since stopped.
He creeps into the hallway in bare feet to see what going's on. Christmas decorations? Is it Christmas?
The mansion looks beautifully done up in the late hours of the night, and for a while Adam looks around until the pull to return to his room grows too strong. He can be found downstairs inspecting the giant Christmas tree once daylight breaks, dressed for the weather in a heavy sweater. His breakfast is an apple, which he eats while poking at ornaments on the branches.
For once, he has something to do in the mansion that isn't simply "avoid angels." It's strange enough thinking it's already December. A lot of the time it feels like he just arrived, soul broken and all.]
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Where: Around the mansion.
When: Dec. 13, anytime from late night to mid-afternoon.
Rating: G for now!
Summary: What the hell's with all this Christmas stuff? At least one newcomer is out and about looking at the changes.
The Story:
[Very rarely does Adam sleep through the night--or at all, if he's being honest. When the light fades and the mansion gets quiet, it's the perfect time for thoughts of his time in the pit to creep back in, and almost every night begins and ends with him sitting wide-awake until he's too tired to mount a defense. Sometimes he likes to ward away his nightmares in the bathroom. It's smaller in there, and reminds him of the times he'd hidden there when he'd been sick with the flu as a young child.
That night, he's counting spots on the ceiling of his room when the snow starts to fall, and it's the first thing that grabs Adam's attention before the noise starts. Snow? Had that been in Wonderland's weather report? By the time his curiosity wins out over his apprehension, the noises outside his door have long since stopped.
He creeps into the hallway in bare feet to see what going's on. Christmas decorations? Is it Christmas?
The mansion looks beautifully done up in the late hours of the night, and for a while Adam looks around until the pull to return to his room grows too strong. He can be found downstairs inspecting the giant Christmas tree once daylight breaks, dressed for the weather in a heavy sweater. His breakfast is an apple, which he eats while poking at ornaments on the branches.
For once, he has something to do in the mansion that isn't simply "avoid angels." It's strange enough thinking it's already December. A lot of the time it feels like he just arrived, soul broken and all.]
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Around dawn, he finds his way down to the entrance hall and sees Adam by the tree. Not that he recognizes him on sight--he's only ever spoken to him via text on the network.
Apparent stranger or not, Souji doesn't think he has a reason to be wary. He waves a little as he reaches the bottom of the stairs.]
Good morning.
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And turn up his nose, for the most part, Christmas being the inaccurate and stolen nonsense it is. Sure, he likes some aspects, like the sweets and the egg nog and the presents — and how, generally, people dial back on being douchebags for a little while. But Christmas is a reminder of his pagan past, and that makes him strangely melancholy as he sits down near the stairs to stare at a wreath.
It's on complete accident that Adam wanders by and he happens to notice.]
Can't sleep?
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Deciding to enjoy it, he makes his way downstairs, not paying as much attention to where he's going as he probably should, too busy inspecting the decorations he passes. Thankfully, he manages to not trip down the stairs and break something, and when he reaches the entrance hall...well. The gigantic tree is another surprise. But what catches his eye is Adam inspecting it, seeming as interested yet puzzled as he is.]
This whole thing new to you, too?
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/smooch!
She walks quickly in Adam's direction, looking as though she might say something, but rather than speak she reaches to put her arms right around him and leans into for a sudden and not-so-brief kiss!]
<3! Why, hello there!
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kisses!
The less said about that, the better.
It didn't stop her from her usual routine though, and Bela makes her way downstairs, greeted by the sight of the tree on her way down. She could accuse the mansion of overdoing it but maybe it thought the residents would appreciate the decorations. She blinks to make sure it's real, coming over to inspect the tree.
What Bela didn't expect to see was Adam.]
Early start for you, yeah?
[Casual. Friendly. Avoiding anything to do with zombies.]
A+, better than dying or eternal torment.
much, much better yep
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enter mistletoe
VERY, VERY BELATED.
WORTH THE WAIT 8D
MUCH BETTER THAN HELL.
YEP
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It reminds him a little of the lavish affairs his parents would put on back home. And it's with a mixture of fondness and distaste that he recalls the parties and other fancy gatherings that were hosted at his childhood home.
But this isn't home, far from it. There's danger and threats to look out for, but there's good things too, and Peter's doing his best to focus on those instead.
While he wanders around taking in the decorations, he spots Adam poking at a Christmas tree, and decides to try striking up a conversation.]
Hey. They really went all-out with the decorating, huh?
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