“Hey man? Are you okay…? You seem a bit…not okay is a good word I guess.”
He shifts his attention to…that shady guy.
After 5 minutes of Omi crying and rolling on the floor, he realizes there’s people there.
He sees that someone needs a phone…
“Oh crap the hell these drugs don’t work like this… hey you need a phone? Don’t worry mine should be right he-“
As Omi reaches into his pocket he realizes it’s missing… he comes to the conclusion it must have dropped while was he rolling around on the ground…
“Uhhh yeah about that phone… uhh haha funny story… uhh”
Omi looks at the other people seeing if they might have a phone.
Arthur-Oliver glanced carelessly at Omi, as if recognising him as an underage small-time crook. For a moment, he was glad not to be wearing his police uniform, his badge tucked away in his wallet. He looked down at the phone held in his hand, and tapped the screen before saying, “what do you need it for?” His tone was overly polite.
Omi responds
“Yeah that person over there seems to want a phone…”
Omi realizes the lady…
“Hi who are you”
“To call my parents so they can pick me up. This isn’t where my stop was supposed to go…”
He looked all around the area, taking his surroundings in excitedly.
“Hmph.”
The blonde lady rises up into the air from her sitting position, and snaps her fingers.
And promptly disappears into thin air.
The room is just sorta quiet Omi notices…
He strikes up a conversation.
“Soooooo… who are you guys exactly… and where are we. Also I think I might be hullicinating from the drugs… cause I’m pretty sure that lady just thanos snapped her into thin air…”
“My name is Kawashima Akio! It’s nice to meet you…although you do worry me.”
“You look young like me, and you’re going drugs? You know those are really bad for you, right?”
Dashing in like a madman, Taisto skids to a halt as he sees the others. Who are they, and why are they here? He remains quiet, his eyes scouring the surroundings. The hotel is vast, and far too ornate for a place that almost certainly didn’t exist a day ago. It all seems too suspicious, but the teenagers seem to let down their guard a bit as they chatter nervously.
Taisto glances at them, then at the man holding a phone, and finally at the woman who greeted everyone - who vanishes without a trace, just like the doppelganger on his windowsill.
“Hey-” he shouts at her, but she’s already gone.
Turning to the boy standing closest to him, Taisto scrutinizes him for a moment. He seems, undoubtedly, to be a young junkie. “I, uh… I have something I need to do here,” Taisto mutters in reply, dodging the other questions.
He continues scanning the area, looking for doors that might lead him to where the mysterious caller was hiding.
While it may have seemed as if Arthur-Oliver was scrutinising his fellow compatriots, he was deep in thought, his eyes darting back and forth at the wall. Gateway Hotel, he thought silently to himself, biting his lip. He slipped his phone into his pocket, and pulled his wallet from the other, removing the Gateway card from it. “I don’t know about you guys,” he said dryly, “but I received an invitation without realising it.”
Of every single door, there is but one door that has yet been opened before. The central door.
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The man on the second floor speaks up, catching Taisto’s attention. He immediately recognizes the hotel card being shown.
“…So did I,” Taisto echoes as he reaches into his own wallet to flash an identical card. “This card… and a phone call.”
“Unknown number.” Taisto shrugs, averting his gaze. “Dunno who it was.”
He purposefully omits the details, but the memories of the screams are imprinted into his mind. He can’t erase them, and every passing minute might be one less minute he has before it’s too late. He has to find a way to them.
His training came into the back of his mind, and almost carelessly Arthur-Oliver drawled, “I hope you aren’t hiding anything, mister…?” Realising he didn’t know the names of anyone here, he cleared his throat and said, “I’m either Arthur or Oliver, whichever name you prefer.” He waited, hoping others would reciprocate.
Instinctively, a defensive reaction kicks in. “…And what makes you think I have something to hide?” snarls Taisto, his guard up. This man has to be some sort of a cop - but then again, Taisto isn’t hiding anything dangerous… Except for the bundled knife hidden in his pocket, that is.
He sighs, lowering his tone again. “…Sorry. I’m Taisto,” he replies. For some reason, he always feels incredibly self-conscious when making introductions. He shifts awkwardly and puts the hotel card away again.
“…No phone…?”
He awkwardly pretended he hasn’t said anything, looking at everyone around him. He found everyone…interesting? Maybe some a bit more interesting than the other, but they all seemed cool.
He didn’t seem as tense as the rest in the room, but he still looked a bit nervous as he tried to make small talk, clearly distracting himself from the fact that they were in this random building.
Omi looks at his pockets
Drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, salt… more drugs
They all looked identical…
He realizes he doesn’t even have a card.
“Heyo
My name is Omi, I am the ultimate Tra-
I mean I’m uhh a high school student… if you couldn’t tell.
Don’t worry I don’t do drugs… I deal them
Say those cards… the last thing I remember there were those weird people… they looked like me… idk what those cards are I never got them. Let me check em out”
Omi comes closer to examine the cards
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