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OLD - Week 1 Day 2 Afternoon

“You should take that,”
“Why?”
“You’ll never know when you might need it!”
“When would I ever use it?”
“in case of….stuff…. and things….”
“Oh really?” Ellyn said, easily bending it in two.
“Ah, perhaps not then?”
“Yes, perhaps. Not.”
There was another silence whilst they both routed around Ellyn’s room.
Ellyn gathered a few supplies from the manors stores as well as a couple of items Seth told her she’d need or he likes.
“Oooo this is nice...” murmured Seth under his breath picking up an ornate matchbox.
"You can have it if you want, Seth"
"Really!?" Seth Gasped pocketing the matchbox "Thanks!"

 After many minutes sorting, Ellyn finally decided she had all she needed which she placed in a small shoulder bag. As they were walking the manors corridors for the finally time, Ellyn remembered the first time she travelled these corridors as a child, first finding them daunting, then as she grew older they became more of a prison to be explored and exploited. She looked at them now and only saw memories, and more recent, nightmares. As they arrived at the front door they stopped to put on their masks and with a last look at the entrance hall they shouldered their bags and left the manor.
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