[ The smashing noises on the other side of the door catch Alan's attention immediately; how could he not hear that? The sounds echo around the empty hallway as he continues trying to get the door to budge.
He doesn't stop in his efforts just because the door is moving. He wants to open the door completely so that he can step inside, or- Wait, are those fingertips around the door? Is one of those fingers missing part of it? Alan's eyes narrow as he watches. Finally, the door moves just enough to reveal the person on the other side, and Alan's breath leaves him in a rush.
This has to be the "something" he was trying to find, except it turns out that she's a "someone". If he had to guess, he'd say she was one of those period actors who dresses up, but the way she seems to just fit into the clothes she's wearing tells him she's not an actor. But who is she? He feels like he should know her, or at least know her name.
After all, she's the one he's been trying to find, isn't she? She tells him to help open the door, and then he remembers what he was trying to do. ]
Yeah, I- One more second. [ The beam in his hand drops to the floor with a clatter as he leans forward to press his weight against the door until it moves and opens enough to let her through. ]
I don't know if it was locked on my end; it looked like the door had been... bent... wedged in a certain way. [ On purpose, or accidentally? ] I had to force it to open with that. [ He nods at the piece of wood he discarded on the ground. ]
Uh... [ For a second, Alan looks lost. Maybe there's even some loneliness in his gaze. He's been alone, more or less, and he knows he doesn't like it. ] I think I was- I think you're who I've been looking for. [ Well, one person, anyway. ]
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He doesn't stop in his efforts just because the door is moving. He wants to open the door completely so that he can step inside, or- Wait, are those fingertips around the door? Is one of those fingers missing part of it? Alan's eyes narrow as he watches. Finally, the door moves just enough to reveal the person on the other side, and Alan's breath leaves him in a rush.
This has to be the "something" he was trying to find, except it turns out that she's a "someone". If he had to guess, he'd say she was one of those period actors who dresses up, but the way she seems to just fit into the clothes she's wearing tells him she's not an actor. But who is she? He feels like he should know her, or at least know her name.
After all, she's the one he's been trying to find, isn't she? She tells him to help open the door, and then he remembers what he was trying to do. ]
Yeah, I- One more second. [ The beam in his hand drops to the floor with a clatter as he leans forward to press his weight against the door until it moves and opens enough to let her through. ]
I don't know if it was locked on my end; it looked like the door had been... bent... wedged in a certain way. [ On purpose, or accidentally? ] I had to force it to open with that. [ He nods at the piece of wood he discarded on the ground. ]
Uh... [ For a second, Alan looks lost. Maybe there's even some loneliness in his gaze. He's been alone, more or less, and he knows he doesn't like it. ] I think I was- I think you're who I've been looking for. [ Well, one person, anyway. ]