Grumbling to herself and rubbing her bruised stomach, Liz slowly wandered
past the remaining doors. She found most of them either closed or empty.
Sighing, Liz searched for back staircase or something of the sort. She
*desperately* hoped she could find one, because she *desperately* did not
want to walk past Mr. Gun-Shoving-Spandex-Boy's room, again. When she was
just about to give up, and was contemplating on whether to sprint or simply
run past psycho-boy's doorway, she noticed a funny crease in the green and
white striped wallpaper, right in front of a small iron table with a
flowered vase on it. Liz walked up closer, to see a little better, and
noted that the little Parisian style iron table was very nicely nailed to
the wall. Smirking, she held the vase, which she gave up as she found that
it was also nailed down, as she gently pulled on the table. Other than
emitting a small "creek", the secret door was quite silent. Liz smiled at
her newfound adventure. Quietly she pulled the swinging wall closed behind
her. She turned into the musty darkness, waiting for her eyes to adjust.
Fortunately for her, the passage was built at the end of the house, rather
than in the middle, so it had windows to illuminate the dim shadows. As she
stood there, taking in the dust-covered spiraling stairway ahead of her,
she attempted to swat away the filthy air that surrounded her. After
calming down from the sneezing fit that had ensued, she giggled. 'Man,' she
thought, 'Ariana would be pale as the ghost she had thought she had seen by
now.' Still snickering to herself, she started to make her way down the
stairs. At each window, which seemed to be but a slit in the wall, she
paused to look outside, but found that often she couldn't see much. She
reached a larger opening, and stopped to stare in appreciation at the
massive garden that consumed the back of Quatre's estate. Liz uttered a
soft 'Wow…' before turning to continue. She only paused a few more times,
before reaching the ground floor. With a small-disappointed sigh, she
acknowledged that her venture was over. 'It was so short-lived though!' her
exploratory conscious whined. Prior to using the dirt-swathed door to exit,
she looked around and back up the hall, with a vicious pout across her
face, as if demanding the hallway give her another secret passageway to
explore. With one last sigh, she finally accepted the end, and silently
snuck out the back door. Being more concerned with not making any noise,
Liz failed to observe the small ledge she was just about to fall off. She
noted with curiosity that the outside of the musty door looked a lot like
the outside of a house, right before she fell off the terrace above the
front steps. Her startled cry could be heard across the entire manor.
Quatre and Ariana both looked up from the cookie sheet they were presently filling with chocolate chip cookies, startled. They exchanged worried glances when they heard nothing preceding the resounding shriek. Together they ran off toward the front porch, after shortly stopping at the sink to wash off all the sticky and powdery residue that had collected on their fingers and hands.
Duo barely made it out of the room without hurting himself or making an unbelievable mess, since he had decided to raid Quatre's snack pantry and then lay out all the boxes of cookies and bags of chips across the living room floor. Not only did he have to be wary of the Cheez-It mines, he nearly toppled over himself by tangling himself in the Nintendo cables. When he finally made it out of the chaotic room, he praised the luck of Shinigami, just before colliding with Heero, who had shot out of his room, only after shutting down and locking his prized laptop. Both hurriedly picked themselves up, and ran off, their guns in hand.
Trowa had nearly fallen off the tightrope, when he heard her yell. He had been practicing his tightrope performance on an old stretched out clothesline in Quatre's extensive backyard. Gracefully, he flipped himself off the high platform, and began to run around the side of the house toward the front terrace.
Wufei muttered something about accident-prone women, before picking himself out of the lotus position. 'Great' he thought. 'I only get about 20 minutes of meditation before one of those *women* screams down the house again! Oh, the injustice.' He ran out of his room, choosing to ignore the fact that he had been the slightest bit worried for the poor girl who had gotten herself in trouble yet again. 'Women = Weak' he tried to remind himself, as he ran to the rescue of the loud girl.
Relena, being in somewhat of a drugged state, didn't even register Liz's scream, as she continued to dream of her frowning "lover" in a world of dancing daffodils and singing hamsters. (Ok, so maybe they gave her something a little stronger than Advil.)
Quatre and Ariana both looked up from the cookie sheet they were presently filling with chocolate chip cookies, startled. They exchanged worried glances when they heard nothing preceding the resounding shriek. Together they ran off toward the front porch, after shortly stopping at the sink to wash off all the sticky and powdery residue that had collected on their fingers and hands.
Duo barely made it out of the room without hurting himself or making an unbelievable mess, since he had decided to raid Quatre's snack pantry and then lay out all the boxes of cookies and bags of chips across the living room floor. Not only did he have to be wary of the Cheez-It mines, he nearly toppled over himself by tangling himself in the Nintendo cables. When he finally made it out of the chaotic room, he praised the luck of Shinigami, just before colliding with Heero, who had shot out of his room, only after shutting down and locking his prized laptop. Both hurriedly picked themselves up, and ran off, their guns in hand.
Trowa had nearly fallen off the tightrope, when he heard her yell. He had been practicing his tightrope performance on an old stretched out clothesline in Quatre's extensive backyard. Gracefully, he flipped himself off the high platform, and began to run around the side of the house toward the front terrace.
Wufei muttered something about accident-prone women, before picking himself out of the lotus position. 'Great' he thought. 'I only get about 20 minutes of meditation before one of those *women* screams down the house again! Oh, the injustice.' He ran out of his room, choosing to ignore the fact that he had been the slightest bit worried for the poor girl who had gotten herself in trouble yet again. 'Women = Weak' he tried to remind himself, as he ran to the rescue of the loud girl.
Relena, being in somewhat of a drugged state, didn't even register Liz's scream, as she continued to dream of her frowning "lover" in a world of dancing daffodils and singing hamsters. (Ok, so maybe they gave her something a little stronger than Advil.)