Argent was, well, left on the chair as the girl left the room. It rolled off the chair and onto the floor and burst out with a pop. It gathered itself up into a seemingly solid silver ball, with a small iron core its owner had carelessly dropped into the jar... hopefully she would take it back as it was getting quite uh... cramped inside the glass container.<br/><br/>It rolled out over the floor noisily, it had yet to learn about sound despite two years since its animation. It made its way down several flights of steps until it detected unfamiliar vibrations in the air and quickly pressed itself into a corner.<br/><br/>Once the perceived threat was clear, it continued on its jolly way out into the open where the sun reflected of its circular form blindingly.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Julian shook his head, "Father says that everyone is living as cattle, locking ourselves inside during the drills and allowing the Germans to scream their supremacy. Hiding won't solve anything." He shrugged, "Of course you all wouldn't know this." Samuel returned soon after that statement was made. He packed up his utensils in a cloth bag tightly.<br/><br/>"People stay because they have family and other ties with this place or else plenty of others could have already killed themselves." Samuel said slowly, talking as though his mind had to physically form the words.<br/><br/>"I don't care. You can't prove that I'm wrong."<br/><br/>((BTW, the source of Julian's arrogance is because his family owns a metalworking company. And in case you're wondering, the reason why his parents did not flee is because his father is very stubborn))