I Can't Escape {Glitter}

Czar Montal was usually the type of person who couldn't pay attention for more than ten or so minutes. His extreme attention spazzing was usually made possible by the large amounts of insanity that he went through on a daily basis. To say the least, district one was a fairly large place with many shiny things, and with his distraction being towards these said shiny things, he tended to wander around the district without thinking much of it. He didn't worry if he'd get himself into wretched situations and the like, he much preferred just wandering around and doing as he pleased, smiling at people if they passed or doing little things like count the birds in the trees or something. Then his mind would drift away from that, and find itself preoccupied by something that was completley unrelated. In all honesty, the thinking process of Czar was quick and unpredictable, enough so that most people were unaware of what he was thinking about.

This strange way of thinking had lead Czar in the general direction of a place in the district where he usually shouldn't wander. Sure, his family wasn't the richest, but they didn't live in the old, abandoned slums in the district. There weren't very many, but the ones that were there housed taverns and old buildings, ones reserved for the addicts and psychopaths. As a child, Czar had been warned that those places in the district were to be avoided by seemingly normal people, people who tried for things. Like his older sister, the socialite who'd pretty much married into money. She was one of those people that wouldn't go within a mile of that place, as she would call it, and while Czar knew this, the prospect of a new place quite intrigued him, and for that few minutes of the day, all he wanted to do was just walk around the part of the district that preferred cotton to silk and canteens to champagne. He needed to get away from his parents, to say the least, and he honestly believed that walking through would change him. His mind processed that, and if that wasn't enough, he didn't know what his mind was thinking about.

Which was the exact reason who Czar was on the street he was now. The pavement was crumbling on the sidewalk a bit, and it seemed like there was a few rinky-dink piano bars and a pawn shop in operation. It made him feel like he was in district six, minus the drugs and crazies and dead bodies. Okay, fine, maybe it was nothing like district six. But it still worked for him because he felt like he was going to places he'd never been before: places where the sidewalks weren't perfectly laid out to a flat, places where glass windows were all the fashion and seemingly the only things on certain storefronts. He might not of been a fan of the eroding brick of a building, but it was satisfying to get away from the gardenia-scented air of the indoors and to be outside in a place that wasn't perfect and plastic. Some place that had variety was nice, even if there were houses being taken over by ivy and he was paranoid about being taken hostage by that old man who was stumbling out of the bar. Yeah.... But variety was nice, and Czar really didn't dwell on that thought (as well as any other....) for too long before he saw an abandoned house.

It was a pretty house, actually. For something that wasn't necessarily modern, it was pretty. And seemingly more well taken care of then the other things. Sure, it wasn't all glass windows and bright colored curtains and cream carpets, but it seemed more wicked, more interesting than the other things in the abandoned and or drug ruined part of district one. It was... it was an interesting house. So when he walked up to it, his shoes echoing on the sidewalk, he wondered what the inside of the house would be like... And he assumed, since there were no signs or people, that it was a house that was fine to go into. It was made of brick, and thus, very stable, and weeds had been pulled out of it's gardenbed, so it must've been rather normally taken care of, but there was no real sign of people living there, so he just decided to venture into the house. Wriggling the lock on the door, it came open with a push, and when he stepped into the first room, it was awful dark, but he was sure he saw something flicker... or something.

So he stepped up the stairs, breathing light and steps rather quick. He reached the top of the landing and saw a lighter, something in the dark flicker, followed by a bloodcurdling scream. Like, a murder scream. Czar looked around, light blue eyes flicking from side to side. He stepped back a step and with his most composed voice, tried to say something that was coherent and loud enough for the screaming to stop. "Oh! No! Uh... STOP SCREAMING. Uh... I'm just here to like... look at the house! I was curious! Stop screaming! I don't mean any harm! I'll even leave, does that sound okay? I'll leave!"