@helldrip Starter for Alastor
He was gone - dead. Broadcast over.
Alastor had died at the hands of Adam and no one missed him more than she did.
It was a surprise to her that Husk and Niffty had stayed despite his death but it seemed they had come to love this hotel beyond whom had brought them here to help with it. Charlie wasn't sure about Niffty but she knew Husk didn't have a choice. So when all was said and done - it was nice to know he cared enough to stay.
But that only made Charlie miss Alastor more. Sir Pentious was another she missed. Another soul whom had died when he could have done good. She was kicking herself for the both of them even if Alastor had no intentions of being redeemed. He just opted to help with the hotel but they had grown so close since he first arrived.
A soft sigh left her lips, she stood outside on the balcony of the newly rebuilt hotel, the night air blew her hair wildly about her and Charlie's gaze remained off in the distance.
She had been lost in thought when something strange happened.
The sound of a radio having static suddenly drew her attention causing the blonde to turn and look inside at the radio that sat on the table near the door. It was on when she knew it hadn't been when she came out here and she furrowed her brows as she watched the needle of it moving back and forth as if trying to tune into a station.
Slow and careful steps, she made her way towards it, gently reaching out to pick it up once she got near enough.
Suddenly the needle stopped and a few words came through. "We're all alone, no chaperon," then it cut off. Static again. Followed by the song continuing, "There's something wild about you, child, that's so contagious," more static.
"What? What's going on?" a rhetorical question.
"When Adam won Eve's hand, he wouldn't stand for teasin'," it continued - another shift of static, this time lasting a bit longer but she didn't bother to wait for it to continue the song. Instead she spoke to it - hoping, wondering if maybe it was him!
"Alastor? Is that you? Are you-can you hear me?" her tone almost sounded desperate - eager to know if he was alive. She had no other explanation otherwise on how the radio could just turn on by itself. It had to be him, it had to Alastor. And if it was him, she'd be damned if she lost him again!
