[At first he wasn't going to say anything. Maybe it was just a mistake. A bad reaction to the constant cold and hunger and pressure. But it's been days of harassment and this is getting to be too much. He has to tell someone. If only to confirm his suspicions.]
You know how they say that three's a magic number? Well, that's the third weird shadow I've come across today. Or nearly come across. It's just a bit too fast for me. Shy, maybe.
[Or stalking him. And there are only so many people around. After so many repeated cases of this not-quite-tag, it's starting to make a whole lot more sense why that is.]
I'd say it's cute, but we're way past cute. Some else want to clue me in here? I can't be the only one they're into.
[3]
"Oh, thank God." Tony thought he was talking to an empty room. An escape from the constant, horrible cold that never seemed to let up in the town. It had gotten so bad he was beginning to think that he was just becoming part of it. Like the town, he was going to lose all of the heat in his body, forget how to feel anything, and end up a stiff figure. Another dark building. But then he stumbled onto the house with actual food (meager, but there) and even a fireplace! At last, a real source of heat. He was so numb from wandering around it actually took him several minutes to realize that he wasn't alone in the room. He was crouched by the fireplace, trying to figure out how he was going to light a fire in it, when the hair on the back of his neck stood up. Survival instinct slowly crept back into his nerves as the shelter warmed them and he turned around sharply. He gripped one of the small logs defensively, because he didn't know how long that other presence had been watching him. Why hadn't he noticed someone standing there? Oh, of course. Because he was offline.
Just another reason to hate that town.
"Who are you?" That seemed like a fair question to be asking the stranger. Start with introductions first, right? Maybe they were like him and just looking for a place to escape the snow. Please, don't want a fight. He doesn't know if he could fight someone at this point, but he isn't going back outside. "Um, you wouldn't happen to have a light, would you? Just. You know. Gonna borrow it if you do."
[4]
He was dead. He was pretty sure he was dead. That was generally what happened to people who were stupid enough to wander right into death traps without remembering it was dark outside. But then, people generally didn't wake up after being impaled and find themselves lying on a morgue slab either. So he should have been dead, but Tony realized as he collected his thoughts that somehow he was actually alive. He shakily pulled up his shirt only to find that the wound he'd received was closed over and nothing but a scar. What was happening?
The tablet didn't give him time to consider that much. It was telling him to leave, and to be honest he didn't need the urgent warning to make him want to go. He practically ran out of the room, fleeing the morgue and heading anywhere else. For once he was shivering from something other than the cold. He looked back, still wondering how he was even able to walk again, and ran right into something solid.
Another person. Another living soul.
He was so grateful for that he didn't even consider why that other person might be there. He started rambling impulsively, telling the stranger he was glad to see them - glad to see anyone, really - and that they needed to leave, when he realized he hadn't actually said anything at all.
Shit.
Well, so much for not panicking. The other person unfortunate enough to end up at the morgue now had one very persistent man gripping them by the shoulders. At least they made a friend? Sort of.
(ooc: I'm up for action or prose. And feel free to wildcard if you want!)
Tony Stark | Marvel 616
[At first he wasn't going to say anything. Maybe it was just a mistake. A bad reaction to the constant cold and hunger and pressure. But it's been days of harassment and this is getting to be too much. He has to tell someone. If only to confirm his suspicions.]
You know how they say that three's a magic number? Well, that's the third weird shadow I've come across today. Or nearly come across. It's just a bit too fast for me. Shy, maybe.
[Or stalking him. And there are only so many people around. After so many repeated cases of this not-quite-tag, it's starting to make a whole lot more sense why that is.]
I'd say it's cute, but we're way past cute. Some else want to clue me in here? I can't be the only one they're into.
[3]
"Oh, thank God." Tony thought he was talking to an empty room. An escape from the constant, horrible cold that never seemed to let up in the town. It had gotten so bad he was beginning to think that he was just becoming part of it. Like the town, he was going to lose all of the heat in his body, forget how to feel anything, and end up a stiff figure. Another dark building. But then he stumbled onto the house with actual food (meager, but there) and even a fireplace! At last, a real source of heat. He was so numb from wandering around it actually took him several minutes to realize that he wasn't alone in the room. He was crouched by the fireplace, trying to figure out how he was going to light a fire in it, when the hair on the back of his neck stood up. Survival instinct slowly crept back into his nerves as the shelter warmed them and he turned around sharply. He gripped one of the small logs defensively, because he didn't know how long that other presence had been watching him. Why hadn't he noticed someone standing there? Oh, of course. Because he was offline.
Just another reason to hate that town.
"Who are you?" That seemed like a fair question to be asking the stranger. Start with introductions first, right? Maybe they were like him and just looking for a place to escape the snow. Please, don't want a fight. He doesn't know if he could fight someone at this point, but he isn't going back outside. "Um, you wouldn't happen to have a light, would you? Just. You know. Gonna borrow it if you do."
[4]
He was dead. He was pretty sure he was dead. That was generally what happened to people who were stupid enough to wander right into death traps without remembering it was dark outside. But then, people generally didn't wake up after being impaled and find themselves lying on a morgue slab either. So he should have been dead, but Tony realized as he collected his thoughts that somehow he was actually alive. He shakily pulled up his shirt only to find that the wound he'd received was closed over and nothing but a scar. What was happening?
The tablet didn't give him time to consider that much. It was telling him to leave, and to be honest he didn't need the urgent warning to make him want to go. He practically ran out of the room, fleeing the morgue and heading anywhere else. For once he was shivering from something other than the cold. He looked back, still wondering how he was even able to walk again, and ran right into something solid.
Another person. Another living soul.
He was so grateful for that he didn't even consider why that other person might be there. He started rambling impulsively, telling the stranger he was glad to see them - glad to see anyone, really - and that they needed to leave, when he realized he hadn't actually said anything at all.
Shit.
Well, so much for not panicking. The other person unfortunate enough to end up at the morgue now had one very persistent man gripping them by the shoulders. At least they made a friend? Sort of.
(ooc: I'm up for action or prose. And feel free to wildcard if you want!)