Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20150120031441/@comment-13593058-20150218031615

But before Alice could take another step, Memories abruptly shot out her hand and masked the light coming from the torch with her palm. She faced Alice with her porcelaine mask and shook her head disapprovingly while tentatively switching the light off, putting them back into relative darkness.

"No lights." Her first words broke out, concerned yet sisterly. She proceeded to look at the rising moon, or what's left of it, and pointed out the shadows being cast. Wings in the blackest night flapped gently and deeply.

Nevermores.

Luckly, they had not seen the party and seem to be preoccupied on something else on the ground.

Returning their gazes from the creatures to Memories, they recognized that she had already made her way to the entrance to one of worker cabins and was waiting patiently for them.

Inside, the cabin had a  simple rectangular layout, a cement floor with plywood based walls while the exterior was made of common metal sheets. On one end of the cabin was a simple bunk bed for two, beside it a rustic furnace with plenty of commercial firelogs stored underneath. Obviously, the company had to leave most of the equipment behind. The rest of the cabin contained simple chairs, shelves full of cookware and utensils, all clean and unused.

Memories approached the furnace without hesitation and threw a couple of logs into it. She reached towards the ribbon that was keeping her lengthy bleach hair together and released it from its knot. She tore the ribbon into strips and threw them into the furnace as well. She then went to her belt buckle and pulled a small black pin from one of its hinges as well as one of her knives. A few strike from the blade onto the rod produced an immense spark, igniting the ribbon stands and breathing life into the furnace. Content with her fire, she left the two to their own devices and exited the cabin.

A few steps on the roof was heard then, silence.