[It took a while to calm the fuck down after arriving here enough to think about using the network to talk. Even if it's not that late, Josh is pretty... exhausted, thoroughly taxed, and both looks and sounds it, on the tablet.
'Least he can focus at all at this point.
He... chuckles. Kinda forced. Rubs his eyes, and then his temples, and theeen...
Let's see what we can do.]
'S a -- a shit way to pass a frosty night away from home, all -- shacked up, in... fifty different fallout shelters over the whole ghost-town map.
Anyone -- anyone out there uh, have... anything? [He lifts a finger and absently shakes his head. He's not sure what word he actually means by "anything" and isn't focused enough to care.] I mean -- all it'd take is a D.I.Y. C.A.H. deck and a good five-plus of us logged in to make the night into more than waiting for boredom and the onset of cabin fever to take us all away. Right?
[The "right" said with a slightly "gone" laugh - and one of the shadows in the room behind him pulling back like a man hiding behind a curtain.]
Action. Prompt 3.
[Well. Guess who really doesn't like hospitals.
Josh heads through the door with a lowered stance, brow skewed and eyes sharp, trying to keep the unease at doing anything here at bay with
When the door locks, he freezes, hustles up to it, pulls it a few times. Mouth twists. Pulls it a couple more, harder.]
I --
[Looks at it. Considers pulling it a couple times, and then... right. Curfews. Sighs out through his nose and turns around, hand scrubbing at the back of his neck.]
Guess we're -- we're... not going anywhere else, tonight...
[That bit was just... said. Kind of. To keep his head on straight, as it were. This next bit's directed at you, yes, you, whoever's accompanied him on wandering in, with a quick sideways glance and a shake of his head, trailing, steadily pacing in and looking over the lobby.]
The weak... aaaaand the wicked.
[Huzzah for trying to distance yourself from a horror scene waiting to happen by invoking references. He'll play your game, place, whatever it is, if there's one.]
Joshua Washington | Until Dawn
[It took a while to calm the fuck down after arriving here enough to think about using the network to talk. Even if it's not that late, Josh is pretty... exhausted, thoroughly taxed, and both looks and sounds it, on the tablet.
'Least he can focus at all at this point.
He... chuckles. Kinda forced. Rubs his eyes, and then his temples, and theeen...
Let's see what we can do.]
'S a -- a shit way to pass a frosty night away from home, all -- shacked up, in... fifty different fallout shelters over the whole ghost-town map.
Anyone -- anyone out there uh, have... anything? [He lifts a finger and absently shakes his head. He's not sure what word he actually means by "anything" and isn't focused enough to care.] I mean -- all it'd take is a D.I.Y. C.A.H. deck and a good five-plus of us logged in to make the night into more than waiting for boredom and the onset of cabin fever to take us all away. Right?
[The "right" said with a slightly "gone" laugh - and one of the shadows in the room behind him pulling back like a man hiding behind a curtain.]
Action. Prompt 3.
[Well. Guess who really doesn't like hospitals.
Josh heads through the door with a lowered stance, brow skewed and eyes sharp, trying to keep the unease at doing anything here at bay with
When the door locks, he freezes, hustles up to it, pulls it a few times. Mouth twists. Pulls it a couple more, harder.]
I --
[Looks at it. Considers pulling it a couple times, and then... right. Curfews. Sighs out through his nose and turns around, hand scrubbing at the back of his neck.]
Guess we're -- we're... not going anywhere else, tonight...
[That bit was just... said. Kind of. To keep his head on straight, as it were. This next bit's directed at you, yes, you, whoever's accompanied him on wandering in, with a quick sideways glance and a shake of his head, trailing, steadily pacing in and looking over the lobby.]
The weak... aaaaand the wicked.
[Huzzah for trying to distance yourself from a horror scene waiting to happen by invoking references. He'll play your game, place, whatever it is, if there's one.]