i want to take you far from the cynics in this town. [open]
Characters: Celty Sturluson & open.
Setting/Location: District 1, just outside a small pub/inn.
Date & Time: Day 0, mid afternoon.
Warnings: n/a.
Summary: Celty’s been wandering around for close to an hour, and she’s yet to find any answers or familiar faces.
It had been about an hour and a half since she’d woken up, quite confused. In that time, Celty had managed to retrieve her helmet, find her motorcycle, and lose a bit of hope when her cell phone didn’t work. The last she remembered she’d been driving down the crowded streets of Ikebukuro. Had she hit someone, had she crashed? And, even if she had, wouldn’t she have just gotten up and brushed herself off like always? It wasn’t as if she could die and end up in some Shagri-La, right? Right?
Ok, she’d admit it. She was having a bit of a panic attack. Nothing around her seemed familiar, and she was having flashbacks to the night twenty years ago when she’d awoken missing most of her memories. But she hadn’t lost any other body parts, at east not as far as she could tell. So the only explanation was that she simply didn’t have any memories of how she’d gotten here. And that was, if anything, even more worrying.
Now she had found something that was universal to any world-a tavern. Though they were mostly called bars in her world, the fact remained that seeing an establishment such as this comforted her a bit, reminded her that this place wasn’t perhaps as alien as she might’ve originally thought. Celty readjusted her helmet (she had yet to test how this place’s inhabitants would react to her rather unique physicality) and drove her motorcycle slowly towards the tavern. But apparently not slowly enough…