Niall was out and about, doing whatever it is that Niall does. Mainly being shpping for a new wardrobe and working to accessorize and decorate his room a little more to his favor. He managed to wander his way around into downtown, he had managed to find a few new clothing peices that he liked, but nothing could ever replace the affection he had for his current outfit He kept his hat at the fourty fifth degree and he pulled out his phone, looking to call his sister.
"Of course. Voicemail. Why do you even have this thing If yer neva gonna use et!!!" He snapped intot he phone, his Accent thickening, almost even changing his language to gaelic, but he managed to calm himself. If there was something he didn't like...out of ANYTHING... it was that his sister never answered her phone. If she answered it, I might have a heart attack, or maybe...JUUUUUST MAYBE. I WOULD KNOW SHE WAS OKAY! He thought to himself. She was always getting into trouble in some fashoin or another.... it was only a matter of time until he was drug into it all, unwillingly as he may be.
He ended up stopping downtown as the sun started to go down. His sister was his ride back to the Institute, and he still had no idea where he was. New York was a rather LARGE place for a little Irishman. He wipped out his phone and began shooting text messages to his sister, trying to get her to answer him and pick him up. "Damnit Ari!" he hissed, a chill crawling up his spine. He was in too unfamiliar territory, but while he was here...he might as well see what happened in New York at night...
"Of course. Voicemail. Why do you even have this thing If yer neva gonna use et!!!" He snapped intot he phone, his Accent thickening, almost even changing his language to gaelic, but he managed to calm himself. If there was something he didn't like...out of ANYTHING... it was that his sister never answered her phone. If she answered it, I might have a heart attack, or maybe...JUUUUUST MAYBE. I WOULD KNOW SHE WAS OKAY! He thought to himself. She was always getting into trouble in some fashoin or another.... it was only a matter of time until he was drug into it all, unwillingly as he may be.
He ended up stopping downtown as the sun started to go down. His sister was his ride back to the Institute, and he still had no idea where he was. New York was a rather LARGE place for a little Irishman. He wipped out his phone and began shooting text messages to his sister, trying to get her to answer him and pick him up. "Damnit Ari!" he hissed, a chill crawling up his spine. He was in too unfamiliar territory, but while he was here...he might as well see what happened in New York at night...