Aimless Wanderings, or Lost?

To Shell, the halls were empty. Literally. The only sound was the light echoing of his footsteps and the occasional whispers from the cool breeze. It was already pretty dark out, but Shell didn't mind, he could see clearly in the dark, and even if he couldn't, all he'd have to do is snap his fingers and there'd be light. But he preferred the darkness; to him it was much more comforting than daylight, or any light in general really.

He sighed and continued walking up ahead, not quite sure where exactly he was going, but it wouldn't hurt to explore a bit. Sometimes Shell wished he had been given Delilah's singing talent instead of flying one. Of course, he did have some singing talent, just like she had some flying talent, but he could never ever compare himself to his sister. And he never really felt like doing so. Of course, sometimes he would, but what person hasn't compared themselves to their brother or sister before? Since Shell wasn't the biggest fan of total utter silence, he began to sing some random song, no higher than a whisper.

Shell closed his yes and decided to let his feet guide him, not his eyes. If he managed to bump or crash into something it wouldn't matter. It wasn't like he would fall into a whole in the floor and fall onto sharp pointy objects. While he kept his eyes closed, it wasn't long before he noticed a low light from the darkness. He didn't open his eyes, since he didn't give it much attention.

If only he had.

Within seconds, the low light got brighter and brighter, as if it were getting closer and closer to him.IN the end, Shell did open his eyes, and the moment he did he bumped right into the glowing light itself. It was actually a girl who, by her appearance, looked more like a ghost. But of course, ghosts weren't tangible. Shell had stumbled a few steps back, rubbing his forehead slightly where he had bumped heads with the girl. "Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going. You okay?"

Shell extended a hand to help the girl up, seeing as she had fallen down because of his recklessness, but it appeared as though she didn't noticed his hand, probably because it was pretty dark.

"I'm fine."

Dean looked at the girl, clearly understanding by her tone that she was not happy. Though why she felt the need to snap at him was beyond him. But he didn't dwell on the matter. It wasn't important. Though he could clearly tell something was off with her. Perhaps it was the glowing aura she gave off. Literally. Or perhaps it was the fact that the girl wasn't actually really looking at him. He didn't want to ask her about it because he had a strange feeling that she would either snap at him again or do something else of that kind. Either way it didn't matter to him.

Shell thought for a moment on whether to say something else to the girl, or simply walk away. He decided against leaving, and instead said to her, "Do you usually wander around the halls late at night?" Shell almost regretted it the moment it passed his lips. It seemed a little bit too forward, which wasn't like him. "Sorry...it's probably none of my business."

"I always wander the halls at night. What else is I supposed to do when they don't sleep?"

Shell cocked his head slightly, curious as to why on earth the girl spoke so strangely. Well, not really that strangely, just it took him a moment or two to realize what she had said. "Who'rethey?." He looked around and didn't see anyone else, or hear anyone else for that matter. In fact, he didn't even hear the girl, even with his better hearing.

"Do you wander the halls often at night?"

Shell shook his head and answered, "No, not always. But I just felt like doing so tonight. It's peaceful." He looked at the girl, as she smirked faintly from repeating his question. "What's you're name?" He wasn't fond of going a while without knowing a person's name;a strange tick of his was not knowing someone's name. Especially someone he was talking to. But he'd never get angry over it, that would just be stupid and weird.

"Maybe you could help me. I can't remember the way off this floor, and its starting to annoy me. Do you know the way?"

"Oh, yeah, sure, no problem. It's right this way," Shell gestured over to the right where he had come from. He thought for a moment before asking, "Do you want some light or something, because it's still pretty dark. You know, so you can see better." He figured that a bit of light would make it easier to find the exit to the floor. Shell wasn't exactly 100% positive as to where the actual exit was, he kind of lost track after several turns; but he'd find it soon enough. It couldn't be that hard.

"I barely even know. I mainly think I mean my day form."

Shell was once again, confused slightly. Day form? She had forms? "Sorry, but day form? I don't really understand..." The girl was strange in a way, but perhaps all he had to do was get to know her.

"My name is Blessed Honour. Who are you?"/i]

Dean gave a small smile, even though Blessed's tone of voice seemed rather empty to him. "That's a really nice name, Blessed. I'm Benjamin Shell."

"Light wouldn't matter. I'm blind. At night anyway."

"Oh, sorry, Shell said, looking down at the ground, though it wouldn't even make a difference since Blessed couldn't see. "If you don't mind me asking...why only at night?" Shell looked at Blessed face, her eyes giving a completely blank stare. He couldn't image being blind, he wondered how hard it would be for her. Unless she's used to it enough to simply ignore the minor setback.

"Is sort of my power. I change into a ghostlike form, and my phasing abilities work better in my night form. My day form, is my original form, my true form. I only stay like this till dawn. I basically change into a different person when daylight hits."

Shell listened carefully, truly interested in what Blessed was saying. It was an interesting power, though even more interesting by the fact that she changed completely at night. "Well, that must suck, having to change every night. Don't you get a bit bored wandering around all night? I mean, what do you do?" He watched as she smiled faintly after he complimented her on her unique name. Her smile made her look more friendly, not like the more upset person when he had first bumped into her.

"Its alright. And I don't know why only at night, I suppose it has to do with my long eyesight during the day."

"But, don't you get a bit bored wandering around all night? I mean, what do you do?" Shell tried to image what it would be like being alone at night. At first he'd enjoy it, but after a while he'd probably get bored, being alone all night long.