Adam is, by contrast, in a hall that much befits his mood, dank and crumbling and brutally unwelcoming. He stands there a moment - a hall isn't much of a place to be, but which direction to explore? - but it's a moment too much as a sudden shrill creak rings out from above, of rusted metal against rotting wood.
He looks up sharply, and if he weren't wearing his sunglasses that'd be it for him - as it is, the little flare of light sets him forward in a panicked motion, staggering with drunken panache into the shadow surrounding the sudden square of hostile fucking sunlight. A skylight, just opening of its own accord, trying to kill him, apparently. Not very welcoming.
The noise repeats itself - oh shit. Another. He sidesteps this one with in a panic and presses against the wall, hissing. He glances down the hall and oh, fuck they're everywhere, skylights all the way down. Opening in a nice line, as if forcing him toward the door on the other side.
He bolts.
Even at his vampiric speeds, the skylights are intent upon keeping up with him, each one opening impossibly, a loud clunk just behind him, the light burning at the heels of his feet like an angry dog. He reaches the door with a little time to spare and finds it locked and boarded up. Of all the - he struggles angrily with the handle for a moment, but the light is spilling closer and closer behind him, and with an impatient snarl he punches his hand right through the door, shoving the rest of his body along with it and forcing the door open.
And just like that, the door is gone. No weight pushing against him now, he stumbles and almost falls onto his face in surprise. This room is much nicer, the curtains drawn, everything dim and cozy. He turns back in angry confusion, and sees a similarly dark, richly decorated corridor, not at all like the one he just emerged from. He's considering stepping back into it to satisfy a scientific impulse, but his attention is quickly drawn to the other side of the room.
"Eve," he breathes, melting into a relieved stance and moving quickly toward her.
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He looks up sharply, and if he weren't wearing his sunglasses that'd be it for him - as it is, the little flare of light sets him forward in a panicked motion, staggering with drunken panache into the shadow surrounding the sudden square of hostile fucking sunlight. A skylight, just opening of its own accord, trying to kill him, apparently. Not very welcoming.
The noise repeats itself - oh shit. Another. He sidesteps this one with in a panic and presses against the wall, hissing. He glances down the hall and oh, fuck they're everywhere, skylights all the way down. Opening in a nice line, as if forcing him toward the door on the other side.
He bolts.
Even at his vampiric speeds, the skylights are intent upon keeping up with him, each one opening impossibly, a loud clunk just behind him, the light burning at the heels of his feet like an angry dog. He reaches the door with a little time to spare and finds it locked and boarded up. Of all the - he struggles angrily with the handle for a moment, but the light is spilling closer and closer behind him, and with an impatient snarl he punches his hand right through the door, shoving the rest of his body along with it and forcing the door open.
And just like that, the door is gone. No weight pushing against him now, he stumbles and almost falls onto his face in surprise. This room is much nicer, the curtains drawn, everything dim and cozy. He turns back in angry confusion, and sees a similarly dark, richly decorated corridor, not at all like the one he just emerged from. He's considering stepping back into it to satisfy a scientific impulse, but his attention is quickly drawn to the other side of the room.
"Eve," he breathes, melting into a relieved stance and moving quickly toward her.