Day Twenty - Well..this can't be good.
Who: Brennan, Open
Where: Dorms, Travler's Lounge
When: Mid-Evening
Rating: Most likely R for swearing
Invasion: Sure. Why not.
Status: Closed
Summary: Well...this just..got interesting. Woo new scenary....
With a grunt the dark haired man opened his eyes. Slowly as they were not hasty in refocusing. This was certainly not where he had last been; and it definitely wasn't Sanctuary. A large hand would come up to rub at furrowed brows in confusion, he hadn't gone out drinking so he was sure this wasn't some random persons house. Then again no matter how much he tried to convince himself to move on he still had a hidden loyalty to Shalimar. Not that there was anything between the two, but that was mainly because they were never given the proper chance. Just when they had shit fell to pieces. Another unpleasant sound left his tiers as he pushed himself from the mattress. With dark brown hues scanning quickly over his new..whatever this was exactly he slowly put two and two together. With the small little set up, and the sound of bustling voices outside the door he was either in a hotel, or some sort of dorm like facility. He would go with the latter, being that hotels generally have pretty crappy accomodations.
The first object his orbs came to rest upon was what seemed to be a dresser, finding it rather odd he poked through all the drawers, the top one being last. That's whene he found the spare clothing. "Well..at least they're thoughtful" he muttered to himself as he further inspected the pile of bills.Not overly sure as what to make of this all yet he just shoved the items a bill like stature into the back pocket of his jeans. Then it dawned on him. A mild freak out occured as he quickly patted himself down. Keys were still in his left front pocket, but odds were his car is where ever it was last. Wallet was still in his right rear pocket, so that was a plus. But most importantly he checked his right ring finger. A heavy sigh of relief past his lips as he discovered that his Comm ring was still there. It's not like it was effective anymore. but he still held hope that one day, he'd hear a familiar voice come over it. Wishful thinking on his part, but one could pray.
Then something mildly familiar caught his eye, "Ah, they even have technology. This could be a good sign." At least somewhat relieved, Bren strode towards the laptop on the desk. Sure it was nothing like the system Adam had back at Sanctuary, but half the stuff there probably wasn't street legal. Maybe he could even find away to hack Adam's old system to get the Comm rings back up and running, and then maybe he could find the others. Of course the little demon in the back of his brain was reminding him that Jesse was the computer whiz out of the bunch, not him. Though, at least the angel half was still sticking up for his hope. With a sigh he lowered his head. Then he spotted the glass paperweight. Nudging the thing aside he picked up the letter that was secured beneath it.
His initial reaction was beyond priceless. "Well.. apparently they're aware of what I am. So fitting in shouldn't be to hard. It's like Genomex and the Creator all over again." He continued reading and rather than being incredibly pissed off about being taken to fight someone else's battle; he actually felt relieved. Sure it was taking him off his course of finding his friends, but maybe he needed this. It'd make him feel useful again, and needed. Maybe it'd help him move on, despite that wasn't entirely what he wanted. Then it struck him, maybe if he were brought here to help, maybe the others were too. He'd have to consider seeking out this 'Icetenari Stormfyre' person sometime. Perhaps they could help him with his personal mission. The way he saw it, if they wanted or needed his help, then they could afford to lend a hand to his aide as well. Fair was fair.
Finally figuring it was time to get the rest of his bearings he made way out of the room. Glancing to the door to make a mental note of the number, though it shouldn't be too drastically hard seeing as how it was relatively close to the stairs. So, down he went, and again...by that plus the fact that there was a three on his door, he at least deduced he's on the third floor. Yeah it was a dorm hall of sorts. "Great..so I'm back in college" Not that he ever went or anything, but the thought was there. As of course were the idea's of panty raids and beer pong. Now was not the time to be thinking of his youthful days. Instead he headed in the direction from sounded like there was some sort of commotion. Of course all he'd end up finding were what would normally be a student union at an actual college. But he had to remind himself this was not school. He wasn't overly sure what it was but at the point in current history he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Making his way through the frame of that little inner building he confrimed the noises that he heard as the television set. Spotting the couch he meandered over to it. He shouldn't be this calm over this whole situation, but given what he's gone through, abnormality was normal to him. Plopping his current lazy ass onto the stuffed cushions he didn't even bother glancing at the television set. Instead he just tipped his head back and closed his eyes.
Where: Dorms, Travler's Lounge
When: Mid-Evening
Rating: Most likely R for swearing
Invasion: Sure. Why not.
Status: Closed
Summary: Well...this just..got interesting. Woo new scenary....
With a grunt the dark haired man opened his eyes. Slowly as they were not hasty in refocusing. This was certainly not where he had last been; and it definitely wasn't Sanctuary. A large hand would come up to rub at furrowed brows in confusion, he hadn't gone out drinking so he was sure this wasn't some random persons house. Then again no matter how much he tried to convince himself to move on he still had a hidden loyalty to Shalimar. Not that there was anything between the two, but that was mainly because they were never given the proper chance. Just when they had shit fell to pieces. Another unpleasant sound left his tiers as he pushed himself from the mattress. With dark brown hues scanning quickly over his new..whatever this was exactly he slowly put two and two together. With the small little set up, and the sound of bustling voices outside the door he was either in a hotel, or some sort of dorm like facility. He would go with the latter, being that hotels generally have pretty crappy accomodations.
The first object his orbs came to rest upon was what seemed to be a dresser, finding it rather odd he poked through all the drawers, the top one being last. That's whene he found the spare clothing. "Well..at least they're thoughtful" he muttered to himself as he further inspected the pile of bills.Not overly sure as what to make of this all yet he just shoved the items a bill like stature into the back pocket of his jeans. Then it dawned on him. A mild freak out occured as he quickly patted himself down. Keys were still in his left front pocket, but odds were his car is where ever it was last. Wallet was still in his right rear pocket, so that was a plus. But most importantly he checked his right ring finger. A heavy sigh of relief past his lips as he discovered that his Comm ring was still there. It's not like it was effective anymore. but he still held hope that one day, he'd hear a familiar voice come over it. Wishful thinking on his part, but one could pray.
Then something mildly familiar caught his eye, "Ah, they even have technology. This could be a good sign." At least somewhat relieved, Bren strode towards the laptop on the desk. Sure it was nothing like the system Adam had back at Sanctuary, but half the stuff there probably wasn't street legal. Maybe he could even find away to hack Adam's old system to get the Comm rings back up and running, and then maybe he could find the others. Of course the little demon in the back of his brain was reminding him that Jesse was the computer whiz out of the bunch, not him. Though, at least the angel half was still sticking up for his hope. With a sigh he lowered his head. Then he spotted the glass paperweight. Nudging the thing aside he picked up the letter that was secured beneath it.
His initial reaction was beyond priceless. "Well.. apparently they're aware of what I am. So fitting in shouldn't be to hard. It's like Genomex and the Creator all over again." He continued reading and rather than being incredibly pissed off about being taken to fight someone else's battle; he actually felt relieved. Sure it was taking him off his course of finding his friends, but maybe he needed this. It'd make him feel useful again, and needed. Maybe it'd help him move on, despite that wasn't entirely what he wanted. Then it struck him, maybe if he were brought here to help, maybe the others were too. He'd have to consider seeking out this 'Icetenari Stormfyre' person sometime. Perhaps they could help him with his personal mission. The way he saw it, if they wanted or needed his help, then they could afford to lend a hand to his aide as well. Fair was fair.
Finally figuring it was time to get the rest of his bearings he made way out of the room. Glancing to the door to make a mental note of the number, though it shouldn't be too drastically hard seeing as how it was relatively close to the stairs. So, down he went, and again...by that plus the fact that there was a three on his door, he at least deduced he's on the third floor. Yeah it was a dorm hall of sorts. "Great..so I'm back in college" Not that he ever went or anything, but the thought was there. As of course were the idea's of panty raids and beer pong. Now was not the time to be thinking of his youthful days. Instead he headed in the direction from sounded like there was some sort of commotion. Of course all he'd end up finding were what would normally be a student union at an actual college. But he had to remind himself this was not school. He wasn't overly sure what it was but at the point in current history he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Making his way through the frame of that little inner building he confrimed the noises that he heard as the television set. Spotting the couch he meandered over to it. He shouldn't be this calm over this whole situation, but given what he's gone through, abnormality was normal to him. Plopping his current lazy ass onto the stuffed cushions he didn't even bother glancing at the television set. Instead he just tipped his head back and closed his eyes.