04-01-2012, 01:34 AM
The dingy rug that had disguised a potential tomb was serving as Inocencio's bed, and with no apparent way out, the male had started to drift off to sleep again. Ears perked up, green eyes opened rapidly, and optime was starting to wonder if he was hearing things when a familiar voice called his name. Looking up at where he thought the voice had come from, he saw nothing, and whined softly at the slow descent into madness he thought was coming. Then the voice came again, beckoning him to the doorway that had refused to open, and while Inocencio remained suspicious of the reality behind it, his desperation to get out of the hole made him crawl over toward the door.
Once up the stairs, he noticed the little pieces that had gone overlooked when he first checked the door, and began playing with them in an effort to find the click that Fleta said would get him out. It took a minute or two, and while he worked, he spoke in a dry voice "Fleta? What are you doing here?". It was a slow path toward realizing Fleta's knowledge of how to get out of the trap was a good indicator she had set it, but almost coincided with the click of solving the physical puzzle. Setting traps didn't seem like something Fleta would do, and Inocencio was almost willing to assume his lack of food just had him thinking wrong.
Once up the stairs, he noticed the little pieces that had gone overlooked when he first checked the door, and began playing with them in an effort to find the click that Fleta said would get him out. It took a minute or two, and while he worked, he spoke in a dry voice "Fleta? What are you doing here?". It was a slow path toward realizing Fleta's knowledge of how to get out of the trap was a good indicator she had set it, but almost coincided with the click of solving the physical puzzle. Setting traps didn't seem like something Fleta would do, and Inocencio was almost willing to assume his lack of food just had him thinking wrong.