Memories of where he had been before reaching the crossroads were fuzzy at best. Feelings more then actual memories. Thoughts that weren't anchored to people or places. He kept thinking about how glad he was to be back on solid ground, but didn't really know why he felt that way. Or why the heavy feeling of loss pressed firmly down on his chest.
"This must be hell." He mumbled as he stretched out on the couch in the lobby. A Doubletree in No-Where, Midwest USA. Even as he drew breath and could feel his pulse, he was still debating if he was dead or not. The girl he had followed to the hotel hadn't told him anything that made him feel certainty one way or the other. Was this a bad dream? This place kind of had that ominous energy he always felt before diving headlong into a nightmare. Like something was waiting in the shadows.
The only certainty he has is that sitting alone in an empty hotel room is a bad idea. He can have his existential crisis and people watch in the lobby. There were other people. That's a good sign right?
The Odeon
He convinced himself that going to the club was a good way to learn about where he was and the people who lived here. Get a better feel for this place. It was also just the kind of thing he has always done to push back feeling lonely. He often frequents bars and clubs to get lost in the crowd of strangers. To drink his thoughts away. Dance and sweat to the pulse of a good song and forget.
Perched at the bar he leans back to support his upper body against the counter.
"Who is this band?" He asks. His foot jiggles along to the beat where it is resting on the barstool.
Wildcard
[PM to discuss if you have a really wild idea, otherwise I'm game for just about anything.]
Ashley | Werewolf the Apocalypse TTRPG (OC) | OTA
Memories of where he had been before reaching the crossroads were fuzzy at best. Feelings more then actual memories. Thoughts that weren't anchored to people or places. He kept thinking about how glad he was to be back on solid ground, but didn't really know why he felt that way. Or why the heavy feeling of loss pressed firmly down on his chest.
"This must be hell." He mumbled as he stretched out on the couch in the lobby. A Doubletree in No-Where, Midwest USA. Even as he drew breath and could feel his pulse, he was still debating if he was dead or not. The girl he had followed to the hotel hadn't told him anything that made him feel certainty one way or the other. Was this a bad dream? This place kind of had that ominous energy he always felt before diving headlong into a nightmare. Like something was waiting in the shadows.
The only certainty he has is that sitting alone in an empty hotel room is a bad idea. He can have his existential crisis and people watch in the lobby. There were other people. That's a good sign right?
The Odeon
He convinced himself that going to the club was a good way to learn about where he was and the people who lived here. Get a better feel for this place. It was also just the kind of thing he has always done to push back feeling lonely. He often frequents bars and clubs to get lost in the crowd of strangers. To drink his thoughts away. Dance and sweat to the pulse of a good song and forget.
Perched at the bar he leans back to support his upper body against the counter.
"Who is this band?" He asks. His foot jiggles along to the beat where it is resting on the barstool.
Wildcard
[PM to discuss if you have a really wild idea, otherwise I'm game for just about anything.]