Post by Wolf on Sept 27, 2012 7:26:36 GMT -8
*Character still pending approval.*
I open my eyes to come face to…well whatever they have with a squid carcass, as the rest of the world spins with bright lights and horrible pain all I can seem to focus on is this damn squid. “Where the fuck am I” I say to myself as I pull myself up to my elbows. Looking around doesn’t seem to help much so he forces himself to his feet and proceeds to vomit.
Reaching his hand to his head he feels a wound and pulls back a little dry blood. “Concussion? Who the hell did I piss off?” Stepping out of the alley he immediately knows where he is. “Thailand?!?” At first the fact that he understands the signage and distant calls of transsexual hookers frighten him so he dips back into the alley. Frantically padding his pockets he pulls out 2 packs of cigarettes a Zippo….nothing else. He pulls out a cigarette and begins to smoke. “Well I like that.” He says to himself finding some comfort in the act.
His back to the wall he slides down to a seated position and feels something press against his thigh. Cigarette in his mouth he un-dose his fly and shoves his hand down to investigate. “no that’s not it.” he jokingly says to himself as he grabs the mass and pulls it free from his pants. It would seem he (or someone close to him) has hid his wallet for safe keeping. Opening it he reads the license “Jack Stone? Well that’s fake.” He hopes as he opens the bill area. He finds several hundred U.S. Dollars and a ticket to Sea-Tac Airport.
“Amnesia? I thought this shit only happens on soap operas.” Going through a small mental list of things he knows it seems all he is missing is himself. “I can tie my shoe, I can use a phone, I can manipulate the subtleties of magic but, I have no clue who I am.”
“Well Jackie boy let’s get home.” He says with confidence as he heads off to find the airport.
I open my eyes to come face to…well whatever they have with a squid carcass, as the rest of the world spins with bright lights and horrible pain all I can seem to focus on is this damn squid. “Where the fuck am I” I say to myself as I pull myself up to my elbows. Looking around doesn’t seem to help much so he forces himself to his feet and proceeds to vomit.
Reaching his hand to his head he feels a wound and pulls back a little dry blood. “Concussion? Who the hell did I piss off?” Stepping out of the alley he immediately knows where he is. “Thailand?!?” At first the fact that he understands the signage and distant calls of transsexual hookers frighten him so he dips back into the alley. Frantically padding his pockets he pulls out 2 packs of cigarettes a Zippo….nothing else. He pulls out a cigarette and begins to smoke. “Well I like that.” He says to himself finding some comfort in the act.
His back to the wall he slides down to a seated position and feels something press against his thigh. Cigarette in his mouth he un-dose his fly and shoves his hand down to investigate. “no that’s not it.” he jokingly says to himself as he grabs the mass and pulls it free from his pants. It would seem he (or someone close to him) has hid his wallet for safe keeping. Opening it he reads the license “Jack Stone? Well that’s fake.” He hopes as he opens the bill area. He finds several hundred U.S. Dollars and a ticket to Sea-Tac Airport.
“Amnesia? I thought this shit only happens on soap operas.” Going through a small mental list of things he knows it seems all he is missing is himself. “I can tie my shoe, I can use a phone, I can manipulate the subtleties of magic but, I have no clue who I am.”
“Well Jackie boy let’s get home.” He says with confidence as he heads off to find the airport.