2nd Floor Common Room; Saturday Morning
It was really kind of terrifying to wake up in a place you didn't remember with a roommate you didn't recall and a big blank space where memories tended to be. But, that's what'd happened to Travis this morning. He'd woken up completely devoid of any sort of information about who he was or where he was.
He'd hastily climbed out of his bed and gotten out of the room to try and see if anything outside could jog his memory. The walls of the hallway did nothing. The floor, nothing. Travis made it as far as the common room before stopping.
Something was seriously weird here. He wandered into the larger room and took a seat, switching on the television since that, he figured, would be able to tell him where he was and maybe what date it was. The wallet in his pocket provided his name but he didn't really remember anything else that would make Travis...Travis.
He sighed and reached up to scratch his throat when his fingers bumped over the scar. He kept tracing the scar, eyes going wide at how long and thick it was.
"What the hell happened to me?" he mumbled, breathing a little quicker. "What the hell is this?"
The cartoons on the television weren't telling him a damn thing either. Where the hell was he?
[Open and totally a blank slate!]
He'd hastily climbed out of his bed and gotten out of the room to try and see if anything outside could jog his memory. The walls of the hallway did nothing. The floor, nothing. Travis made it as far as the common room before stopping.
Something was seriously weird here. He wandered into the larger room and took a seat, switching on the television since that, he figured, would be able to tell him where he was and maybe what date it was. The wallet in his pocket provided his name but he didn't really remember anything else that would make Travis...Travis.
He sighed and reached up to scratch his throat when his fingers bumped over the scar. He kept tracing the scar, eyes going wide at how long and thick it was.
"What the hell happened to me?" he mumbled, breathing a little quicker. "What the hell is this?"
The cartoons on the television weren't telling him a damn thing either. Where the hell was he?
[Open and totally a blank slate!]