I took a walk around the world to ease my troubled mind...
A taxi cab pulls up in front of the Conrad Hotel. (Not quite an impressive start, but bear with me here.)
However, the passenger it drops off isn't quite so ordinary - retro John Lennon sunglasses, jeans, a t-shirt that says "Fools, I will destroy you all - ask me how!", and a jacket that Spike might have willingly passed up Nikki Wood for. All of this makes for a very odd combination in this world - Hell, in his world, it would've gotten him placed in an institution.
Once he's paid the driver and taken his suitcase out (to hold the things he's accumulated over the past few days), he steps forward a bit and smiles dryly, looking up at the building.
"Home, sweet home", he says. Whether I like it or not...
A closer examination of the suitcase would reveal a semi-tacky sticker on its side with your basic touristy saying, and an official-looking airport tag on the handle. Both indicate the same departure point: Los Angeles, California.
Los Angeles. God, just when I thought things couldn't get any stranger...
He sighs again, then picks up the suitcase and walks into the lobby. With any luck, he can get back to his room without anyone noticing...
Anyone care to bug the no-longer missing Mad Boy?
(OOC: Yes, L.A. There will be a story to go with this, I promise. Can't say that it'll appear all that quickly, though... *crosses fingers*)
However, the passenger it drops off isn't quite so ordinary - retro John Lennon sunglasses, jeans, a t-shirt that says "Fools, I will destroy you all - ask me how!", and a jacket that Spike might have willingly passed up Nikki Wood for. All of this makes for a very odd combination in this world - Hell, in his world, it would've gotten him placed in an institution.
Once he's paid the driver and taken his suitcase out (to hold the things he's accumulated over the past few days), he steps forward a bit and smiles dryly, looking up at the building.
"Home, sweet home", he says. Whether I like it or not...
A closer examination of the suitcase would reveal a semi-tacky sticker on its side with your basic touristy saying, and an official-looking airport tag on the handle. Both indicate the same departure point: Los Angeles, California.
Los Angeles. God, just when I thought things couldn't get any stranger...
He sighs again, then picks up the suitcase and walks into the lobby. With any luck, he can get back to his room without anyone noticing...
Anyone care to bug the no-longer missing Mad Boy?
(OOC: Yes, L.A. There will be a story to go with this, I promise. Can't say that it'll appear all that quickly, though... *crosses fingers*)