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»A; Action (Morning) - 767 Bunker Street
[There’s a quiet groan before the boy finds himself sitting up. Even without opening his eyes, he can tell something’s wrong.  He’s not in his own pajamas. Neither was the bed his. And the air was unfamiliar. All supportive of his gut feeling that there was just something off about that morning. When his eyes

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I'm looking for an atlas. Or maps.

[With a pause, he frowns a little. He doesn't need to get dismissed again so he quickly invents a lie.]

For... a school assignment.

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[He follows, and to her question, he raises his hand against his chin.]

One of this city itself; the other one for the whole of the United States, please.

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[deaths_heritor]

I didn't think the visually challenged were especially interested in reading.

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On the contrary, reading Braille's an interesting pastime. ... But I'm not blind, so... point's moot.

[deaths_heritor]

I didn't think so. Then the dark glasses?

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Well, I like wearing them. No real reason.

[A lie, but really, he's not sure if it's worth the effort trying to keep his identity secret here.]

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[those footsteps may belong to one (1) tiny chiropteran, who is currently in the process of slamming all of the pictures in the hallway face-down. he isn't in the best of moods, but at least he isn't actively seeking out the new housemate either, even if he is making quite a racket.]

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[Oh hey, it's the other small boy in the pictures. Getting straight up to the point, he walks up to him.]

... Do I know you?

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No, you don't. [each word is punctuated by frame after frame being slammed down until none are left. when finished he brushes dust from his sleeve, turning to face the stranger.] No, I don't know you either, no I don't wish to, and no it isn't a pleasure to meet you.

[the friendliest welcome wagon!!]

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[He'd take offense, but he can live with a little flak. Learning where he is is higher on his priorities list than making new "friends".] If you're going to rag on about it like that. Why are we even in the same house?

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[scentofbauhinia]

[Expecting the room to be empty, Hong Kong has no reservations about waltzing right on in. But then of course he sees the stranger, who definitely isn't a drone by the looks of things and he comes to a stop in the doorway.] Oh. New arrival.

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[One of the three strangers in the pictures...? They lived in the same house? Why doesn't he remember this? His head's in a whirl.]

... What do you mean "new arrival"?

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[Hong Kong's also noticed the change in the pictures by now]

New arrival in Mayfield. In short you've kind of been kidnapped, like the rest of us.

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Mayfield...? Where in the... A whole town of kidnapped people?

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[hontobakabaka]

"You may want to take off the glasses in the Library."

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"What, am I breaking a rule?"

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"No, but the lighting isn't very good in some places and you could get hurt."

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"Don't worry, I'm not one to trip all over himself. I guess they need some lights replaced, huh?"