Mikaela was going stir crazy with all this acculimation of snow and the bitter cold really made her feel more like she was home in Canada. Montreal to be exact. But she was wanting to do something, maybe a girls night. Yeah! So off she went to buy all the junkfood she could seriously find and a bunch of dvds, chick flicks and some action pack-kicking ass flicks here and there in the mix too. So she dumped her purse on the carpet to find that slip of paper that has Silent's number on it. She kept forgetting to enter it in the iPhone. So she dialed and got that voicemail, figuring as much.
"Hey there! It's Miki and I was wondering and hoping that if you were free tonight and can have a few hours away from the Asylum, did you wanna hang out? Call me!"
The beep ended and so did the call. Hopefully she didn't talk too fast to not make any sense, that would suck.
She heard the rings. They echoed in the silence of the asylum...BBeeepppeddeeebeepppp Beedeeepbeep. It was one of the more annyoying sounds in the world..But it worked best when she was at the asylum. She could hear it everywhere. Just as much as she could hear the faint humming that vibrated deep in the Asylum. Something was here. Big powerful and scary. And it scred the shit out of her.
Crawling out from one of the many holes she had made in the walls of the old pool house of the asylum..She was begining to think this was a place right out of red rose..Always twisting turning..Rebuilding..Taking away..As it saw fit.If the whole always changing didnt make Silent feel that way...The men from the crew that Loke had hired disappearing...Well didnt help...
Shit. She had been feet..No iches from her cell when stopped and that beep telling her she had a voice mail clicked on. Miki. She would smile. She had been meaning to call her...Looking down at her watch..She would sigh..No she needed to head to the hookah in a hour.
"Mik...I need to go to the hookah there...But Tommorrow Im free. Maybe we can go get some luch...And check out the ruins! Ive been wanting to look at the old temples. Anyways..I have some other ideas. Talk to ya soon."
Tossing the cell back into the pile of rags she would grab one of those black cloves and a beer from her back pack. God she never thought this place was gonna be so much work. She needed help. And these crews that Loke got werent gonna work.