Were those footfalls? "Hey! Who's there?" He walked a little faster.

Anthony realized now that his little game will be over soon, and he was really sad about it. Can't he just have some fun for once in his life? Oh, well. Now he can try and make another game of avoiding Ben — which was exactly what he was doing, right now. With a hand to the wall to guide him, he just tried to get away from the guy.

Ben stopped and listened.

Anthony stopped as well, just staring at Ben from the shadows. He was a bit nervous as it seemed that his game of advanced hide-and-seek would end soon, but he tried to keep it going and not lose.

Ben listened for a while, but when he didn't hear anything, he turned and walked in a different direction. "Hello?!"

Anthony kept walking again, his eyes fixed on where Ben last was. Feeling quite proud of the fact that he hadn't been found out yet, he kept moving, until he tripped over his own feet and twisted his ankle in a way that was really not normal. He yelped from the pain, breaking his fall with his hands, before sitting down and placing a hand near his mouth to muffle any sounds. Anthony tried to stand up, but found himself incapable of doing that, right now.

Ben spun round when he heard the noise of something - someone - falling. There was definitely someone here. But he stopped himself from trying to move towards it immediately again. Instead, the old fisherman walked over to the statue of a lady holding a cross and flowers and took one of the candles from the stand in front of here. He wished he also had something to protect himself with, but he couldn't find anything, and so he walked towards where he had heard the noise slowly and on his guard. When he saw the vague outline of someone sitting on the ground he stopped, leaving a good amount of distance between them. "Are you alright?" He asked wearily.

Anthony frowned, leaning his head back against the wall and looking up in pure exasperation. Oh, well. It was fun while it lasted. He tilted his head to look at Ben, who was approaching yet again. Anthony took this chance to adjust the way he was sitting, to make it seem like he was doing it out of free will and not out of necessity. "Fuck you," he responded, giving Ben the middle finger.

Ben frowned, deeply offended. He stepped closer and cast his eyes up to the ceiling with a groan when he recognized the young man. Just his luck. Seriously, how did Elijah like this knob? Ben decided that ignoring the man would cost him less energy than responding, and so he walked back to the door and started banging his fit on it once more - perhaps a little more desperate.

Anthony was happy that the situation didn't escalate any further, but disappointed because he wasn't being given attention anymore. "You're a moron," he called out, watching Ben banging his fist on the door again. Door's locked, and unless someone just decides to come and lock it they won't be getting out, right? That seemed right.