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As the search continued, Lesley was beginning to feel a little impatient. Jasper was the only one who had managed to find something that resembled a sword, but the rest of the room was just a bunch of mangled, limbless toys. Instantly turning his head at the sound of cracking glass, which was the mirror, then all of a sudden each and every glow jar in the room also broke into smithereens. "What the hell is going?!" he freaked as he felt someone clawing at him, asking if he was Avian. Lesley knew it was Leon and he clung onto the male as well as Avian called out to them from somewhere in the darkness. A slice of lighting illuminated a dark figure in the center o the room advancing slowly towards them. Another bolt and Harper was swaying upside down in the air.

Being commanded to search for the exit, Lesley dragged Leon along with him more as a human shield than a friend until he found the know that Avian had just described. "I found the exit guys, come on!" he shouted as he fumbled to get the door to unlock and open for them. Meanwhile, he saw Jasper drop the sword, but luckily it had made it into Avian's possession. Beckoning everyone out, he looked at Avian as he skillfully threw the blade at a blinding speed right at the Midnight Man. Blinding rays of light began to break out of the open wound the attack had caused and the screeching screams magnified out of its mouth as it scratched at its chest viciously. In a flash of light and black tentacles plus the toppling of a shelf, everything was again cloaked in darkness and the room was again made even colder than before.

The lights then flickered back into life and Lesley could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Martini smiled at Leon and him, she had promised to make them model for her and he was quite delighted to hear that. Before they headed through the next passageway, another display of writing advised them to head towards the library yet Lesley was still a bit hesitant to comply. since his group seemed to follow the instructions without question, he just hoped it wasn't another trap.

[b]Leon:[/b] "So Les, you said you were an art student. Did you design clothes?"

"Ah, no. I did splatter painting. I should show you guys sometime" he suggested as he thought about his would be audition. He still remembered his Michael Jackson painting routine step by step. In case he made it out of Nowhere alive, he was sure he'd be able to enter his dream school no matter what.