EFF MY LIFE (Arrival, OTA)
In the blink of an eye, Dwayne Hoover went from his quiet (literally) calm self to a complete wreck as he felt his entire world crumbling all around him. He thought he had it all planned out. He thought he had everything figured out. He had taken measures to muster up the discipline he would need to one day accomplish his goal to become a test pilot in the Navy. But that was never going to be.
"You can't fly jets in the Navy if you're colorblind," Uncle Frank had said to him back in the bus. That one simple sentence was enough to result in Dwayne losing control of everything. His efforts were all for naught. What else did he have to look forward to anymore? What will his purpose be if he cannot pursue this one simple dream? He wasn't asking for riches, or fame, or popularity. He only wanted to fly, although based on how things have turned out for him, even that seemed to be asking for too much.
Exhausted and short of breath, his face red and hot from crying, Dwayne remained where he was on the desolate plain, too downtrodden to move, too ashamed to face his family again after the things he had just said to them out of sheer anger.
He felt defeated.
When he opened his eyes again, Dwayne found that he was no longer on the desert plain on one hot summer afternoon, but sitting on some concrete steps on a chilly winter night, the cold air fanning his scorching face and burning eyes. What the heck just happened? Did he go and imploded on himself during his outburst and died? If that was the case, then this was not like any other Heaven he had heard about. Then again, it could very well be purgatory too.
Glancing behind him, Dwayne saw the six-storied building behind him, and pushing himself up to stand, he approached and eventually entered the building. Might as well get out of the cold and all. One look inside told him that the building was a hotel. Wanting further information, he walked up to the front desk, where a smiling clerk greeted him cheerfully. "Name please!"
"Where am I?"
"I need your name first, sir."
The boy sighed. "Dwayne Hoover."
"Alright then..." Much to Dwayne's astonishment, the clerk handed a key to him. "You're in room 653. Enjoy your stay and welcome to Haurvatat."
"Haur--where?"
"Haurvatat. Now if you could kindly step aside, I need to help the person behind you."
Too stunned to be a smartass, Dwayne stepped mechanically to the side, watching as another new arrival checked in and received his key. Looking at the key card in his hand, Dwayne decided that if no one at the front desk was going to offer him information, then he was going to go find it himself. Walking toward the elevators, he got inside, although instead of merely pressing the button that would take him to the sixth floor, Dwayne instead pressed on a random floor and waited. When the elevator reached the floor, the boy stepped out, looking around to see if there was anyone else in the hall.
[OOC: feel free to have your pup tag him! He can be on any floor your pup is on, as he's doing some exploring around!]
"You can't fly jets in the Navy if you're colorblind," Uncle Frank had said to him back in the bus. That one simple sentence was enough to result in Dwayne losing control of everything. His efforts were all for naught. What else did he have to look forward to anymore? What will his purpose be if he cannot pursue this one simple dream? He wasn't asking for riches, or fame, or popularity. He only wanted to fly, although based on how things have turned out for him, even that seemed to be asking for too much.
Exhausted and short of breath, his face red and hot from crying, Dwayne remained where he was on the desolate plain, too downtrodden to move, too ashamed to face his family again after the things he had just said to them out of sheer anger.
He felt defeated.
When he opened his eyes again, Dwayne found that he was no longer on the desert plain on one hot summer afternoon, but sitting on some concrete steps on a chilly winter night, the cold air fanning his scorching face and burning eyes. What the heck just happened? Did he go and imploded on himself during his outburst and died? If that was the case, then this was not like any other Heaven he had heard about. Then again, it could very well be purgatory too.
Glancing behind him, Dwayne saw the six-storied building behind him, and pushing himself up to stand, he approached and eventually entered the building. Might as well get out of the cold and all. One look inside told him that the building was a hotel. Wanting further information, he walked up to the front desk, where a smiling clerk greeted him cheerfully. "Name please!"
"Where am I?"
"I need your name first, sir."
The boy sighed. "Dwayne Hoover."
"Alright then..." Much to Dwayne's astonishment, the clerk handed a key to him. "You're in room 653. Enjoy your stay and welcome to Haurvatat."
"Haur--where?"
"Haurvatat. Now if you could kindly step aside, I need to help the person behind you."
Too stunned to be a smartass, Dwayne stepped mechanically to the side, watching as another new arrival checked in and received his key. Looking at the key card in his hand, Dwayne decided that if no one at the front desk was going to offer him information, then he was going to go find it himself. Walking toward the elevators, he got inside, although instead of merely pressing the button that would take him to the sixth floor, Dwayne instead pressed on a random floor and waited. When the elevator reached the floor, the boy stepped out, looking around to see if there was anyone else in the hall.
[OOC: feel free to have your pup tag him! He can be on any floor your pup is on, as he's doing some exploring around!]