Snippet #2412892

Sky took precise steps around his apartment. It was small, but it wasn't like he needed a huge apartment for one person. Taking exact strides to his dresser, he picked up the comb where he always left it, scraped it through his shock of wavy blonde hair and threw it back onto the dresser. Did it look like a mess? Maybe. Did he know it did? No. Did he care? Not even in the slightest. Pulling on a clean t-shirt (hopefully it was clean...) and stepping out his door and locking it, he started on his walk to the museum. He would drive... but that is probably a safety hazard for everyone, you know, being blind and all. He got to the museum and looked around before pulling out the hidden dagger in his belt and used the appropriate measures to gain access.

Carefully proceeding slowly (so as not to accidentally run into a wall) he entered the meeting place. Not sure who else was there he called out "Hey. Who all is here?" Before taking a seat.