Snippet #1745883

Once Edward was satisfied that he at least looked presentable (his head still hurt like hell though, and was still bleeding a little into his dark hair), he went to the door. He could hear voices from the other side of it. So he wasn't alone here then? Perfect...It meant he could influence them, make them trust him...this would be fun...
Slowly opening the door, he slid a look of frightened confusion onto his young looking face before leaving. To anyone observing, he was just a scared young man, who was injured as well. Perfect bait, no one would suspect what he really was. He knew he was evil and manipulative, but he had tried honesty before. Honesty didn't work in society, it only got you killed. Lying to people so that they would trust you was more fun anyway...
"H-Hello? Where am I?", He made his voice match his face, not quite a frightened whimper, but still scared sounding. It sounded as though he were trying to regain composure the more he spoke though. That was expected, especially for a man of his age and build. He was an adult, even if he didn't look much like one. More importantly, he could pull off the act of acting like a high-class male, the result of years of observation and practice.