enter zax! \o/
CHARACTERS: Zack Fair, Matt [OPEN]
SUMMARY: Zack arrives and is a little confused!
PLACE: Inside and then outside the lift~
TIME: Early morning/sunrise
WARNINGS: TBA
Zack blinked, swaying unsteadily where he stood. Well this was weird. The last thing he remembered was dying, or at least that's what he thought he could remember. His mind was a blur of thoughts, trying to piece themselves back together and failing miserably at doing so. Somewhere amongst the grogginess, Zack's senses triggered caution. If he were alive, after apparently dying, then what was this? Had Shinra managed to get hold of him again? Or was this the afterlife? That is to say he had died at all.
He inhaled, feeling the air in his lungs, fist clenching and then opening again, as though confirming that he was indeed living. The action felt normal enough and he raised his hand to his face. As his fingers traced the tiny cross shaped scar just above his jaw, the doors opened before him. Outside, silence met him. No one approached nor appeared within the limited line of vision the doorway offered.
Zack paused, frowning slightly at the unfamiliar scene. With a silent nod to affirm his next actions, Zack stepped outside, the doors closing with a gentle thud behind him. "Whoa," he said, finding his voice for the first time since his bizarre awakening.
SUMMARY: Zack arrives and is a little confused!
PLACE: Inside and then outside the lift~
TIME: Early morning/sunrise
WARNINGS: TBA
Zack blinked, swaying unsteadily where he stood. Well this was weird. The last thing he remembered was dying, or at least that's what he thought he could remember. His mind was a blur of thoughts, trying to piece themselves back together and failing miserably at doing so. Somewhere amongst the grogginess, Zack's senses triggered caution. If he were alive, after apparently dying, then what was this? Had Shinra managed to get hold of him again? Or was this the afterlife? That is to say he had died at all.
He inhaled, feeling the air in his lungs, fist clenching and then opening again, as though confirming that he was indeed living. The action felt normal enough and he raised his hand to his face. As his fingers traced the tiny cross shaped scar just above his jaw, the doors opened before him. Outside, silence met him. No one approached nor appeared within the limited line of vision the doorway offered.
Zack paused, frowning slightly at the unfamiliar scene. With a silent nod to affirm his next actions, Zack stepped outside, the doors closing with a gentle thud behind him. "Whoa," he said, finding his voice for the first time since his bizarre awakening.