Finding this place most certainly odd. [OPEN]
Who: Eric Northman and OPEN!
When: September 15th, around 10 PM.
Where: The run down Bus station.
Rating: PG13 for language.
Summary: Eric is wtfing very calmly all over the place.
Status: Incomplete || Open.
It had been several hundred years since Eric had last felt anything akin to a hangover, but somehow he felt as if his head was throbbing against his skull. After opening his eyes he looked about the darkness, finding the smell of the area immediately odd. Like a shifting shadow he came quickly to his feet, and glared about with wide eyes, as if searching for the source of his immediate feeling of ill. That was when he came to the realization he was not in Louisiana anymore.
"This is some odd dream...." he whispered as he glanced about his area, taking in his surroundings. It was then he realized a simple, but very true fact. "Wait. I don't dream anymore."
Sookie Stackhouse's emotions were running away with him again, he thought again. Giving a heavy sigh of frustration he walked out into the open air and glanced at the sky. This was all wrong, he thought again, this was very very wrong.
It must have been a prank of Bill Compton, he thought to himself again as his eyes glanced to the ground, his expression deep in thought. But... Bill would never do such a thing, let alone take the time to remove him from his coffin to get him out here to wherever, here was.
The surroundings felt so odd though, as if he was present in reality, but standing somewhere between the real and the beyond. It was not something he had ever become real familiar with, but it was most certainly no joke.
"... very odd indeed."
When: September 15th, around 10 PM.
Where: The run down Bus station.
Rating: PG13 for language.
Summary: Eric is wtfing very calmly all over the place.
Status: Incomplete || Open.
It had been several hundred years since Eric had last felt anything akin to a hangover, but somehow he felt as if his head was throbbing against his skull. After opening his eyes he looked about the darkness, finding the smell of the area immediately odd. Like a shifting shadow he came quickly to his feet, and glared about with wide eyes, as if searching for the source of his immediate feeling of ill. That was when he came to the realization he was not in Louisiana anymore.
"This is some odd dream...." he whispered as he glanced about his area, taking in his surroundings. It was then he realized a simple, but very true fact. "Wait. I don't dream anymore."
Sookie Stackhouse's emotions were running away with him again, he thought again. Giving a heavy sigh of frustration he walked out into the open air and glanced at the sky. This was all wrong, he thought again, this was very very wrong.
It must have been a prank of Bill Compton, he thought to himself again as his eyes glanced to the ground, his expression deep in thought. But... Bill would never do such a thing, let alone take the time to remove him from his coffin to get him out here to wherever, here was.
The surroundings felt so odd though, as if he was present in reality, but standing somewhere between the real and the beyond. It was not something he had ever become real familiar with, but it was most certainly no joke.
"... very odd indeed."