[ Is Silco having a good time in this labyrinth? Probably not, because he's Silco, and the world is always out to get him. (Hm.) But lucky for him, he's about to receive a little treat that he so deserves as a reprieve for all the suffering he endures at the hands of this cruel, cruel world.
It arrives in the form of the sound of a lock clicking open. Did Silco already try to open that door in the far corner of the room he's currently in? It didn't budge a fraction then, but now it swings open as if on greased hinges, the door bumping gently into the corner wall before swinging halfway shut once more. And while that backswing of the door means Silco might not be able to get a good look of what lays on the other side of the door from where he's standing, he might hear the rustle of fabric and the sound of something heavy thumping to the ground.
As soon as he approaches, though, he might be able to piece together what the noise was, though.
Gen kneels there before the now-open doorway, slumped against the wall beside him; the sound must have come from the impact of his knees hitting the ground. It's only a long, dark hallway that extends past him, but for whatever reason, Gen looks utterly out of it -- directing a glassy-eyed stare at some indistinct point on the floor as he kneels there, breathing in short rasps. Even the sound and movement of Silco approaching only earns a twitch and a brief glance over, gaze not quite focused, before he's sunk into his thoughts once more, hand clutching tight at the fabric of his own shirt like he's struggling just to breathe.
How odd! Better come take a better look at what's going on, huh? ]
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It arrives in the form of the sound of a lock clicking open. Did Silco already try to open that door in the far corner of the room he's currently in? It didn't budge a fraction then, but now it swings open as if on greased hinges, the door bumping gently into the corner wall before swinging halfway shut once more. And while that backswing of the door means Silco might not be able to get a good look of what lays on the other side of the door from where he's standing, he might hear the rustle of fabric and the sound of something heavy thumping to the ground.
As soon as he approaches, though, he might be able to piece together what the noise was, though.
Gen kneels there before the now-open doorway, slumped against the wall beside him; the sound must have come from the impact of his knees hitting the ground. It's only a long, dark hallway that extends past him, but for whatever reason, Gen looks utterly out of it -- directing a glassy-eyed stare at some indistinct point on the floor as he kneels there, breathing in short rasps. Even the sound and movement of Silco approaching only earns a twitch and a brief glance over, gaze not quite focused, before he's sunk into his thoughts once more, hand clutching tight at the fabric of his own shirt like he's struggling just to breathe.
How odd! Better come take a better look at what's going on, huh? ]