[center][colour=SlateBlue][h1]Shaun Ellen[/h1][/colour]
~ [i]Abandoned[/i] ~[/center]

Shaun, for the most part, was slightly unnerved by the way Caora held his hand as they walked. While the boy was... Nice... His grip, and the way he skipped and sang, caused a bit of discomfort - especially since he wasn't the mopst social of peoples. Held down by his side, in his right hand grip, sat the book the trap had brought to him. Why were they bringing this...

He went to think, until Caora alerted him to the reason. The poet... Daimyon, right? That was a pretty clever idea, actually. He held the book within reading range, noting what the blurb said about the way the story was written. A poetry-prose hybrid? That did seem like something the Infinite Poet might enjoy.

He looked down to his side, where Caora was, and went to compliment him on the idea. Except... H-he was gone!? How?! His eyes realligned to the corridor they were walking down, and landed upon the bu- BACK! - of the boy; running off around a corner with a trail of dust shortly behind.

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Running as fast as his little feet could carry him, the short boy scampered along the hospital floor - Fang in hand - the only thing on his mind at the time being the Infinite Poet, Daimyon Londe. He barelled past the elevator, and the blood seal, turning the corner and locking onto the open door of the Break Room. From what he saw, the Poet wasn't in there. Not that he looked for very long, but what did that matter? He obviously wasn't in there! Why would someone so creative waste his time and breath in somewhere like the breakroom, when he could be in the... The...

Oh, maybe there was a library! Of course! Where else would he go? I mean, he CARRIED his own book around! Sure, it was a pretty small book... But size didn't matter! Not when it was related to Caora and Fang, at the least. 

Breaking for the next corner, he ran his way into the hospital and made his way to the first door he saw. It was... The Reception Desk? It looked like it... Opening the door, a disappointed expression crossed his generally smiling face due to the lack of Poet. Then, almost as quickly as it changed, it returned to normal. What was he thinking? Of COURSE the Poet wouldn't be in somewhere like the Reception Desk! He was gonna be in that library, as first thought! 

The boy would have continued, and indeed he went to do so, but before he did Caora's eyes laid upon something sat to the side. It was a microphone, and some odd computer equipment... Taking a step towards it, his hands fell upon the buttons and switches that adorned the metal and plastic casing. 

[colour=hotpink]"What do you think it is, Fang?"[/colour] he said; glancing down at the Sheep he kept held closely. Lifting it up against his ear, he listened for a second before holding him in front of his face and smiling.
[colour=hotpink]"My thoughts exactly! Maybe its an Intercom![/colour] 

Looking it over from top to bottom after placing Fang on the desk beside him, the boy became increasingly frustrated. Every second, his cheeks puffed out slightly, until, finally, his face was creased with an angry pout. Clenching his fist, he raised it and slammed it down on the casing.
[colour=hotpink]"Why wont you work?!"[/colour] Caora exclaimed; randomly flicking switches, pressing buttons, and turning dials until he was blue in the face. 

[colour=hotpink]"Faaaaang, I cant do it... It wont work! Its broken!"[/colour] taking a step back, he gave the machine an aggressive stare. The people who worked in the hospital must have been really daft. Who would keep around a broken PA system? They could have at least fixed it before the new patients came in! What if somebody wanted to make an announcement!? Like Caora?!

Then, he looked off to the side, at Fang.
[colour=hotpink]"Huh? Whad'ya mean, press that button?"[/colour] with a confused look, he stepped up and pressed it as hard as he could. As soon as the circular button was pushed in, the machine turned on and the lights began to glow. The sound of the microphone coming online echoed through the small Reception room.

As soon as it did, the speakers it was connected to started up as well, and the cute, light voice of the Infinite Trap could be heard everywhere.

[colour=hotpink]"You're a genius, Fang! We did it! Wait, is it already on?! U-um... Mr Poet! I'm Caora, and we found a book you might like! Its called... Its called... Wait, what do you mean you dont have it?! Fang! You didn't bring it?! U-uh-oh... Do you think Mr Spider still has it..? A-anyway, where are you? Can we talk to each other over this thing? Hello? Poet? Oh, we cant? O-okay, well... Bye!"[/colour] and with that, and a slightly flustered expression, he pressed the button and disabled the intercom. 

[colour=hotpink]"I think that went well. Right?"[/colour]

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