[center][img]http://fontmeme.com/permalink/170304/bb4c0cfc577a7452943af0833aa3149e.png[/img] ~ [i]Studying[/i] ~ [/center] Shaun continued his way along the path towards the Resort, listening to the noise his shoes made as the sound reverberated of the otherwise silent area. It was still earlier, so chances were everybody who was up would be in the Break Room, milling about, drinking coffee and the like in an attempt to wake themselves up. Shaun just didn't exactly feel like human interaction at the moment. As he entered the Resort, he took out his Handbook. He had yet to venture into the study, so he took a second to check which of the rooms it was. With it's location in mind, he made his way across the room, and through the door. The Study had looked about as he had expected, if a tad more grandiose than he had had in mind. However, his eye was drawn to the thing that thoroughly did not belong in such a place. he hadn't come to the Study for any particular reason, more so just to get away from all the others, however the Vault, however forboding, took his interest readily. He began to walk towards it, looking around the room to see if anyone else was present. In front of it, he placed his hand against the cold metal of the door, and stepped length ways towards it center. There, though, he noticed the door appeared to have been slid open a tiny ways, by about an inch. Shaun pressed two fingers against the crack and drew them down it vertically, and then proceeded to knock against the cold steel surface. He didn't expect a reply or anything. You kept inanimate objects within a Vault. Yet still, he felt a compulsion to check. Who knew? Maybe on the other side of the Vault was another one of Davis's apparent "Infinite" Killing Games. Sure enough, nothing happened. Shaun was about to walk away when he heard a knock from the other side. Shaun tried knocking on the door again, and his knock was returned with another knock. This time the response was faster though. Shaun tried knocking three times in quick succession, and the same number of knocks were played back to him. Shuan, confused, unnerved, and somewhat concerned, let his hand rest against the metal. From there he placed his ear against the door, nearby to the crack, and whispered into it. [colour=SlateBlue]"H-hello..?"[/colour] he stuttered, clearly uncomfortable with the situation at hand. “Ahhh, A survivor.” a voice called out in a whisper. It sounded a bit too human than the carnage sisters, but it wasn't any less eerie because of this. “You sound like a young man, am I correct?” She didn't wait for a response before continuing. “Step in front of the opening, please.” Cautiously, he took a step to his left, facing directly into the crack. He somewhat averted his eyes from the inside of the Vault, shaken from the voice he had heard. [colour=SlateBlue]"Wh-what do you mean, S-Survivor..?"[/colour] he queried. It was difficult for Shaun to see much of what was inside, as there was no lights on in the other room. He could only see with what little light shined past him. “I mean you survived the trial.” She continued to whisper. “It's only the end of a trial that can make this door open. A little bit at a time, until I'm free.” That was when Shaun's conversation partner decided to look through the door back at him. It was clearly not human, as it's cheek had the same seams he had seen on a carnage sister. However, this one had cropped black hair, and a red glowing eye. The eye was especially worrisome. Aside from being ominous, the only time Shaun had ever seen a carnage sister with red eyes was during the night of carnage. [colour=SlateBlue]"Fr-free?"[/colour] that comment sounded worrisome. The red eye, the different hair colour and style - it looked a little bit more, and at the same time a little bit less, than the Carnage Sisters he had grown accustomed to, but granted none the less of an uncomfortable feeling. The four Sisters they already had to deal with was troublesome enough, and he couldn't tell how... Stable, this one was. After Shona.. Could they afford to let another one of their kind loose on the premisise? He looked her over carefully, trying to gauge her intentions, but to no avail. He had never been good at reading people, and robots were far from an exception. [colour=SlateBlue]"U-um... Wh-why are you... I-in there in the f-first place? Y-you look kinda like the other... S-Sisters, s-so..."[/colour] was all he could think to ask in the situation. “I don't know why I'm in here, only that I want to be free.” The robot did not move or attempt to blink. This robot made no attempt to appear as life like or playful as its counterparts. “But now that this door is open, maybe you would like something that is inside? I can't do much with an inch, but I know you will benefit greatly with what I have to offer.”” Shaun hesitated, glancing around the Study nervously as he wondered what on Earth the thing was talking about. [colour=SlateBlue]"Wh-what... E-exactly did you h-have in mind..?"[/colour] he stammered, incredibly unsure of what to do; the situation was foreign and he had no way to know how trustworthy the thing was. “Perhaps in time, you will come to know. Just remember where I am.” There was a brief pause before the robot continued. “What is your name, young man?” [colour=SlateBlue]"I-I'm... Sh-Shaun. Sh-Shaun Ellen"[/colour] he stated, still thoroughly confused as to the things intentions, [colour=SlateBlue]"A-and whats yours, c-can I ask..?"[/colour] “My name?” The android let out a low hum while it appeared to be thinking. “My name, is Alice Parker.” She disappeared behind the door. “If you need something that can't be found on your side of the wall, I'll be around.” Shaun tilted his head in confusion. [colour=SlateBlue]"Alice... Parker..?"[/colour] he repeated back, wondering if the name had any significance. The other Sisters all had only one name; he hadn't heard anything of them having surnames, and if they did, chances were they would be "Killgood". Before he could say anything further, the thing vanished, leaving him silent and confused. Shaun took a step back, and looked across the room, trying to figure out what to do next, and what exactly had just happened.