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- 11/2002
Antoine Snow was arriving in Australia now, and had been here for a little while. Going under the fake alias of Harold Parkinson, Antoine was fooling many with his disguise and his subtle speeches. Coming to this country had been one of the best decisions that he had managed to say. As of lately, Antoine had been rather low on sleeping. With how he had been lately, he had been waking up in weird places. It was possible that he slept walked, but this was getting ridiculous with how it was. Waking up at his desk with his falcon gone, the only companion that he had was gone. However it comes back the next morning, like he was delivering something. Antoine's whole life was a mess and he felt like there was something missing. Antoine was right now trying to figure out where his falcon had been going all this time, but he could not figure it out. There was no evidence. He was currently in a hotel, though cheap as it was, it needed right now. He did not think right now, no one would know where he lived. He did not even know where his sister was right now. The last time he had talked to their parents, they had kicked her out over another failed wedding that never happened. Antoine was currently against the bed right now, his head laying on the pillows with his eerie blue eyes looking straight up. Living the life of the criminal was not really that exciting. He hardly got to socialize even though for someone like him he truly did not care in the slightest. Ever since he was a child, he had always been quiet, and he never liked talking to others. They were just not worth his time, thus why he had made any sort of friends or anything. No one would be able to crack through that shell that he had built around him. The one that had the shell and acted like an empty shell with serious words and almost a monotone voice and no sense of humor at all.
'The country of Australia is backward in seasons than in France,' thought Antoine as the heater kicked on. He would need it warm in here, because he liked the warmer weather. Then again being out in the snow was good as well, however he did not know if it even snowed here. Antoine looked over at the falcon as it cleaned its claws with its beak on the desk that he woke up from a few hours ago. The quill had been dipped into ink, and a piece of parchment was gone. He did not know what happened but there was evidence that a letter may have been sent out. However he was unaware that while asleep, he wrote letters and everything. Antoine glanced over at the door when he heard a subtle knock on it. At least he thought that he did until he realized that it was the person next door. Why did he even look over anyway? No one should be visiting him. Astoria did not know where he was at right now, and neither did his family for the most part. Though if needed, his falcon would fly over to the Snow Manor and see if there was any business that he would need to take care of or people to slaughter. Whichever the case, Antoine was always available when needed, and it was hard to seek him out when he did not leave that much of a trail. While he was here, there was no reusing the same alias, and his name was wanted all over the place. He just hoped that he would not have to deal with some of the same drama even if it was kind of fun from time to time. It was times like now when he could sit back and relax. He needed to get some things done, which was gather his mind and think of what he was going to do. He was wanted, and it was something that it was something that he did not know was ever going to magically go away, not unless there was a heavy memory loss spell he could cast on so many people. He still remained in thought, looking up without so much of blinking.
'The country of Australia is backward in seasons than in France,' thought Antoine as the heater kicked on. He would need it warm in here, because he liked the warmer weather. Then again being out in the snow was good as well, however he did not know if it even snowed here. Antoine looked over at the falcon as it cleaned its claws with its beak on the desk that he woke up from a few hours ago. The quill had been dipped into ink, and a piece of parchment was gone. He did not know what happened but there was evidence that a letter may have been sent out. However he was unaware that while asleep, he wrote letters and everything. Antoine glanced over at the door when he heard a subtle knock on it. At least he thought that he did until he realized that it was the person next door. Why did he even look over anyway? No one should be visiting him. Astoria did not know where he was at right now, and neither did his family for the most part. Though if needed, his falcon would fly over to the Snow Manor and see if there was any business that he would need to take care of or people to slaughter. Whichever the case, Antoine was always available when needed, and it was hard to seek him out when he did not leave that much of a trail. While he was here, there was no reusing the same alias, and his name was wanted all over the place. He just hoped that he would not have to deal with some of the same drama even if it was kind of fun from time to time. It was times like now when he could sit back and relax. He needed to get some things done, which was gather his mind and think of what he was going to do. He was wanted, and it was something that it was something that he did not know was ever going to magically go away, not unless there was a heavy memory loss spell he could cast on so many people. He still remained in thought, looking up without so much of blinking.