Jerking suddenly, he feels vibrations in his pocket and pulls out what looks like a rectangular device with a glass screen. He frowns at the sight of it and carefully reads the words. ]
Begin orientation?
[ The back of his neck feels cold. He pauses to look around - wondering if he chooses 'no' that some monstrosity will crawl out to saw his legs off. Sweat builds up on his fingertips but as he waits, nothing happens.
Clenching his free hand into a tight fist -- knuckles white, he nods to himself: ] All right. [ It is another second of hesitation before he presses 'yes.' Sitting up straighter, he waits but actually it appears the screen changes. Um, what?
He feels a little foolish and isn't sure if his answers were all that good. But he finishes and finally leaves the train. Rather than argue this time around, he decides to play along and sees what happens. So far, the answer is -- nothing. The device is shoved into his pocket as he heads out into the station.
As soon as he sees someone, he holds his hands up. HIs clothes are dirty with old, dried blood staining the material. It is especially bad around the sleeves and ends of his jacket. Yet his hands are clean. ]
Hello? I don't mean any harm.
[ Marcoh knows what he looks like. He knows how intimidating that he can be and with how he looks after just two days in Prehevil, he can imagine how he looks. So, he tries this approach. ]
I'm just as lost as you are.
ii. arrival - part deux
Hello? Hello...?
[ Marcoh nervously swallows as he calls into the store. When silence greets him, he breathes out and heads inside. Whatever is available, he starts shoving it into his pockets. Of course, he can't hold everything -- he tries to focus on items that would be good for makeshift bandages and other medical items.
A wrapped sandwich falls out of his pocket onto the floor. He pauses a few seconds before picking it up. Plopping down on the floor, he unwraps the food and takes a bite. His eyes fix themselves on the ground.
He only vaguely lifts his head up as soon as a shadow comes into his line of vision. The grip on the sandwich tightens before he looks up: ]
...
[ Marcoh isn't sure what to say. Someone found him eating on the floor with his pockets filled with random items; he feels a little embarrassed and so his face ends up looking flushed. ]
iii. day in the park
Not even one bird...
[ It gives him an eerie feeling to be standing in a park without any sound of anything. He frowns -- not even a frog or mouse. Isn't that kind of wrong? At least Prehevil had animals. And in seeing them, it put him temporarily at ease. ]
Not even a squirrel.
[ Disquiet settles on him but he breathes in and sets out further into the park. He isn't sure why -- maybe he wants to make sure there is nothing.
Clearing his throat, he cups his hands around his mouth: ]
Caaw, caaw. Caaw, caaw?
[ Sure, crows aren't all that nice and seem to only be willing to work with someone so long as mice say so, but he still thinks of calling out to see if he can't find any. However, he's met with silence. ]
... well, that was a bust.
iv. wildcard
[ Throw whatever you like at me. Or if you're not sure, you can send me a PM to ask. ]
Marcoh | Fear & Hunger: Termina
[ Am I dreaming right now?
Jerking suddenly, he feels vibrations in his pocket and pulls out what looks like a rectangular device with a glass screen. He frowns at the sight of it and carefully reads the words. ]
Begin orientation?
[ The back of his neck feels cold. He pauses to look around - wondering if he chooses 'no' that some monstrosity will crawl out to saw his legs off. Sweat builds up on his fingertips but as he waits, nothing happens.
Clenching his free hand into a tight fist -- knuckles white, he nods to himself: ] All right. [ It is another second of hesitation before he presses 'yes.' Sitting up straighter, he waits but actually it appears the screen changes. Um, what?
He feels a little foolish and isn't sure if his answers were all that good. But he finishes and finally leaves the train. Rather than argue this time around, he decides to play along and sees what happens. So far, the answer is -- nothing. The device is shoved into his pocket as he heads out into the station.
As soon as he sees someone, he holds his hands up. HIs clothes are dirty with old, dried blood staining the material. It is especially bad around the sleeves and ends of his jacket. Yet his hands are clean. ]
Hello? I don't mean any harm.
[ Marcoh knows what he looks like. He knows how intimidating that he can be and with how he looks after just two days in Prehevil, he can imagine how he looks. So, he tries this approach. ]
I'm just as lost as you are.
ii. arrival - part deux
Hello? Hello...?
[ Marcoh nervously swallows as he calls into the store. When silence greets him, he breathes out and heads inside. Whatever is available, he starts shoving it into his pockets. Of course, he can't hold everything -- he tries to focus on items that would be good for makeshift bandages and other medical items.
A wrapped sandwich falls out of his pocket onto the floor. He pauses a few seconds before picking it up. Plopping down on the floor, he unwraps the food and takes a bite. His eyes fix themselves on the ground.
He only vaguely lifts his head up as soon as a shadow comes into his line of vision. The grip on the sandwich tightens before he looks up: ]
...
[ Marcoh isn't sure what to say. Someone found him eating on the floor with his pockets filled with random items; he feels a little embarrassed and so his face ends up looking flushed. ]
iii. day in the park
Not even one bird...
[ It gives him an eerie feeling to be standing in a park without any sound of anything. He frowns -- not even a frog or mouse. Isn't that kind of wrong? At least Prehevil had animals. And in seeing them, it put him temporarily at ease. ]
Not even a squirrel.
[ Disquiet settles on him but he breathes in and sets out further into the park. He isn't sure why -- maybe he wants to make sure there is nothing.
Clearing his throat, he cups his hands around his mouth: ]
Caaw, caaw. Caaw, caaw?
[ Sure, crows aren't all that nice and seem to only be willing to work with someone so long as mice say so, but he still thinks of calling out to see if he can't find any. However, he's met with silence. ]
... well, that was a bust.
iv. wildcard
[ Throw whatever you like at me. Or if you're not sure, you can send me a PM to ask. ]