Shion has been scarce around the hotel the last month. Mostly stuck to his suite, leaving only when the four walls of his room had driven him crazy. Now was one of those times, he's hungry but doing his best to ignore that. He is sat in the bar of the hotel, near the jukebox.
Music is still very new and he's not heard any of these songs before. Before all of the songs had been about hell, or mentioned hell. Now they had changed.
He's not sure what these are about. Christmas. Apparently. So far from the songs that have played he has gathered it is a festival? A winter festival maybe except there had been a strange one about Santa in a bathing suit, which suggested warmer weather. Who Santa was Shion had no idea but he was someone who brought gifts? Who flew and there was something about trees and chimneys.
He has no idea if this is good music, he has very little to compare it to but he sits there for a while, trying to piece together information about this festival. If it's anything like this last month it will not be a pleasant one. He wonders if Christmas originated in hell or if it has come from a different world, or whatever the none hell part of this world was. He could ask the demons, but they just kept glaring at the jukebox and grumbling so he didn't risk it.
Reach Up High I
He doesn't fight the demons that manhandle him into the room. He knows it is coming. It has been about a month since they had been forced to sacrifice limbs for each other. His hiding in his room had saved him from much of the demons plans this month but he knew it wouldn't last.
Knives again. He sits down, numbly and waits for whichever unfortunate person is thrown in with him. To hurt and be hurt. He tries to keep his breathing steady as he waits. Panicking gets him nowhere.
Follow Me Down II
Small Creatures
He's never been to a carnival before. So curiosity takes him out of the hotel and among the stalls. He knows better than to drink anything that he doesn't understand. But the food is tempting after being hungry for so long.
He pauses at the animal stalls and is horrified, if not actually surprised, at the demons recommendation of how to cook the small puppy he has stopped to pet.
Suffice to say moments later Shion is walking a way, a squirming puppy in his arms, feeling guilty that he couldn't buy more.... Maybe he should buy more? He feels bad.
The puppy licks his cheek and Shion smiles. "I guess you need a name!"
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Shion has been scarce around the hotel the last month. Mostly stuck to his suite, leaving only when the four walls of his room had driven him crazy. Now was one of those times, he's hungry but doing his best to ignore that. He is sat in the bar of the hotel, near the jukebox.
Music is still very new and he's not heard any of these songs before. Before all of the songs had been about hell, or mentioned hell. Now they had changed.
He's not sure what these are about. Christmas. Apparently. So far from the songs that have played he has gathered it is a festival? A winter festival maybe except there had been a strange one about Santa in a bathing suit, which suggested warmer weather. Who Santa was Shion had no idea but he was someone who brought gifts? Who flew and there was something about trees and chimneys.
He has no idea if this is good music, he has very little to compare it to but he sits there for a while, trying to piece together information about this festival. If it's anything like this last month it will not be a pleasant one. He wonders if Christmas originated in hell or if it has come from a different world, or whatever the none hell part of this world was. He could ask the demons, but they just kept glaring at the jukebox and grumbling so he didn't risk it.
Reach Up High I
He doesn't fight the demons that manhandle him into the room. He knows it is coming. It has been about a month since they had been forced to sacrifice limbs for each other. His hiding in his room had saved him from much of the demons plans this month but he knew it wouldn't last.
Knives again. He sits down, numbly and waits for whichever unfortunate person is thrown in with him. To hurt and be hurt. He tries to keep his breathing steady as he waits. Panicking gets him nowhere.
Follow Me Down II
Small Creatures
He's never been to a carnival before. So curiosity takes him out of the hotel and among the stalls. He knows better than to drink anything that he doesn't understand. But the food is tempting after being hungry for so long.
He pauses at the animal stalls and is horrified, if not actually surprised, at the demons recommendation of how to cook the small puppy he has stopped to pet.
Suffice to say moments later Shion is walking a way, a squirming puppy in his arms, feeling guilty that he couldn't buy more.... Maybe he should buy more? He feels bad.
The puppy licks his cheek and Shion smiles. "I guess you need a name!"