[Open] // [In-Progress]
Who: (Open) || Travis Touchdown
When: Nightfall, after the message from Willow.
Where: In the Commons
Rating: T for Teen (Language and maybe violence)
Summary: Completely unfamiliar with the night cycle, Travis walks about the commons.
The thunderclap echoes from the pillars and walls in the Commons, filling the place with the sound. Travis wanders around, wondering why the hell no one is around. He tried the lightswitches... No luck. He rang the service bells... Again, nothing. What the hell is going on here? He thought.
The message from the creepy child had little effect on the dense Travis. He assumed someone was playing a joke of some sort. He was warned about some "monsters" or something that come out at night. But people on the island survived, they couldn't be that menacing.
Travis' instinct isn't completely numb, however. He does sense something amiss. He isn't simply wandering aimlessly; he's looking for people, anyone around. The only thing that Travis has heard for the last five minutes is wind, thunder, and his own footsteps. Travis keeps one hand on his beam katana, unaware that it doesn't function very well in the tainted night.
Under the desks, behind the counters, even in the clothing racks... No one. At least no one so far... Someone surely is in here somewhere.
When: Nightfall, after the message from Willow.
Where: In the Commons
Rating: T for Teen (Language and maybe violence)
Summary: Completely unfamiliar with the night cycle, Travis walks about the commons.
The thunderclap echoes from the pillars and walls in the Commons, filling the place with the sound. Travis wanders around, wondering why the hell no one is around. He tried the lightswitches... No luck. He rang the service bells... Again, nothing. What the hell is going on here? He thought.
The message from the creepy child had little effect on the dense Travis. He assumed someone was playing a joke of some sort. He was warned about some "monsters" or something that come out at night. But people on the island survived, they couldn't be that menacing.
Travis' instinct isn't completely numb, however. He does sense something amiss. He isn't simply wandering aimlessly; he's looking for people, anyone around. The only thing that Travis has heard for the last five minutes is wind, thunder, and his own footsteps. Travis keeps one hand on his beam katana, unaware that it doesn't function very well in the tainted night.
Under the desks, behind the counters, even in the clothing racks... No one. At least no one so far... Someone surely is in here somewhere.