WHO: Bernard Black WHERE: The pub (57) TIME OF DAY: Around noon POST SUMMARY: Bernard wakes up on the ground, with a noticable lack of hangover, quite unusual for him in such a location.
After weeks of nothing more exciting than the power going out and failing to reappear, Florence was almost ecstatic to find something new to focus on. The odds weren't great that the man sitting on the ground in front of the pub knew anything more than the rest of them did, but there was always hope. Eventually, some one who knew the score had to come along, right?
"Hello," she called out to him, a friendly smile on her face. "Are you new here?"
Bernard nearly falls over at sudden sound of a voice, quite a feat when sitting on the ground and leaned firmly against the wall.
Then he gets to his feet quite quickly, slightly panicked, but trying to look intimidating (and probably failing).
"You! Who are you? Where am I?" he asks, quite accusatorily, as if it's this woman's fault he's here, but for all he knows it might as well be. Although with everything, a small part of him is happy that the place is not completely deserted. That happiness is just slightly overpowered by the confusion, fear and anger he feels at suddenly appearing in a place he can't make sense of.
"Florence Vassy," she answered, automatically moving into diplomacy mode. She kept a calm expression as she continued to speak soothingly, hoping she would be able to calm him down. If he was this belligerent now, there's no telling what he'd be like once he heard the full story, such as it was.
"I know this is going to sound incredibly strange, and believe me, I wish I had a better answer for you. I don't know where we are or how we even got here. I went to sleep and woke up here, as I guess you must have. The same thing happened to the other people I met here. No one else seems to know, either."
Bernard calms down a little bit. The woman seems neither dangerous nor theatening, so there's need for him neither to attack nor flee.
"Other people? There's other people here? I haven't seen anyone," Bernard answers, looking around quickly, as if more people have appeared out of thin air just then. No one has. The street is still empty. He keeps his back towards the wall just the same.
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"Hello," she called out to him, a friendly smile on her face. "Are you new here?"
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Then he gets to his feet quite quickly, slightly panicked, but trying to look intimidating (and probably failing).
"You! Who are you? Where am I?" he asks, quite accusatorily, as if it's this woman's fault he's here, but for all he knows it might as well be. Although with everything, a small part of him is happy that the place is not completely deserted. That happiness is just slightly overpowered by the confusion, fear and anger he feels at suddenly appearing in a place he can't make sense of.
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"I know this is going to sound incredibly strange, and believe me, I wish I had a better answer for you. I don't know where we are or how we even got here. I went to sleep and woke up here, as I guess you must have. The same thing happened to the other people I met here. No one else seems to know, either."
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"Other people? There's other people here? I haven't seen anyone," Bernard answers, looking around quickly, as if more people have appeared out of thin air just then. No one has. The street is still empty. He keeps his back towards the wall just the same.
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