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One of the many alleys in the city.

Will led Cyrilla down the alley quietly, not bothering with small talk. He was too busy making sure they weren't followed.

Cyrilla followed Will, her steps quiet, her shoes flashing occasionally under the sputtering lights, which went out. "So, where are we?" She said, subdued.

"Heading towards the outskirts of the city." He stepped around a questionable looking puddle and glanced over his shoulder at her. "So how long have you..." Will trailed off, hoping she would get the hint without him having to say the words out loud.

"What?" She asked,"Known about the New Americana? Since I was 16." She leaped over the puddle,"I'm a writer for the Hurricane paper actually, but I'm a benafa- I mean, supporter of the N.A."

He started walking backwards so he could look at her while he was talking. "Benefactor?"

"Supporter." She said firmly. "A supporter." Technically, she was a benefactress of the New Americana, but it made her sound snobby, as though they were a little charity group for her to have fun with. Her voice was firm, daring him to contradict her.

Will simply shrugged, not caring enough to press any further. "Not long now." He said instead, and turned his back to her.

"Alright!" She smiled cheerily, stopping abruptly. "This is a dead end." She stated, pointing at the large dumpster in front of her. "Is there a door in the dumpster to the headquarters?" She asked puzzled.

He looked at her, eyebrows raised. "No. It's behind it. A secret passage. Like Harry Potter." Will wasn't used to talking this much, but it seemed she was the type of person you had to explain everything to. He nudged the dumpster out of the way, revealing a small opening in the wall. Will pointed at the hole and nodded before climbing through.

Cyrilla scrambled after Will, her chunky platforms landing in a small puddle of water. She took them off, standing up in a narrow passageway. "Very cute!" She said enthusiastically,"Where's the rest?" She questioned, curious as ever.

"In another hole." He said mysteriously. Before he could forget, he pulled the dumpster back against the hole. Will led her down the passageway, stopping at the circular metal door built into the ground. He glanced up at her briefly before pulling it open. "After you." Will offered.

"Very mysterious tone!" She giggled, crawling down a ladder. "Thanks whoever-you-are! Where to now?" She asked, putting back on her zany and impractical shoes.

Will climbed down after her, landing cat-like beside her. Instead of answering he walked down a dimly lit hallway, taking off his jacket and throwing it over his shoulders. ((shall we switch to one of the threads in the base?))

Cyrilla raised her eyebrows at his dismissive attitude. Whatever she mouthed silently, rolling her eyes, while following him, almost walking into a cement wall.

((haunting room, you post first?))

((sure))