[Log] Waking Up [City Backalley]
Who: Cain, Otogi
What: Waking etc etc
When: Present.
Where: City backalley
Rating: G (subject to change)
It was distinctly odd. Cain could remember slumping against a wall, but not this wall. The wall had been crumbling stone on a familiar London street. This wall was brick, in fair condition and, worst of all, distinctly not in London. Heaven only knew where he’d landed himself this time.
His clothes were a day old, rumpled and uncomfortable. There was a bloodstain somewhere on them, but the pain was dulled from the cold and he couldn’t be bothered to recall its exact location. It was immaterial. What mattered was that he was alone, cold, aching and without the foggiest where Riff and his morning cuppa were.
Pushing himself up from the wall, wincing at the stiffness in his limbs, the young Lord took a few cautious steps into the street, golden-green eyes scanning the oddly styled buildings and sidewalks for signs of human life.
What: Waking etc etc
When: Present.
Where: City backalley
Rating: G (subject to change)
It was distinctly odd. Cain could remember slumping against a wall, but not this wall. The wall had been crumbling stone on a familiar London street. This wall was brick, in fair condition and, worst of all, distinctly not in London. Heaven only knew where he’d landed himself this time.
His clothes were a day old, rumpled and uncomfortable. There was a bloodstain somewhere on them, but the pain was dulled from the cold and he couldn’t be bothered to recall its exact location. It was immaterial. What mattered was that he was alone, cold, aching and without the foggiest where Riff and his morning cuppa were.
Pushing himself up from the wall, wincing at the stiffness in his limbs, the young Lord took a few cautious steps into the street, golden-green eyes scanning the oddly styled buildings and sidewalks for signs of human life.