Jul 27, 2010 17:00
[So he's been here a few days and he's still alive, this is a miracle for many reasons... mainly one; considering who he lived with, and two; he's Hanna. But here he was, living and breathing and terribly lost. He got a call this morning that he was late for work which really made no sense at all because he never remembered applying for a job-- but what did he know, right? Apparently he worked at the library!
...
Okay so that sounded like a snore fest and not at all as exciting as being a paranormal investigator, which he was. But if the spooky overlords or what-have-you told him that's where he had to be, then he supposed it would be a good place as any to snoop around at the very least. Books had information, and information was the key to him finding a way out of here. He promised Gawain.
But the problem here was he had no idea where he was going, he had a hard enough time finding where his friends lived, let alone where he supposedly worked. So he's taking a seat at the curb on some street he didn't know, letting out a breath.
Hm...
He probably should have asked for directions.]
[ooc: feel free to run into him, he may just be on YOUR street, in front of your house! either or, help him get to the library, sit and chill with him or get into unrelated shenanigans. c: s'all good.]
where am i,
library,
no sense of direction,
!action