[active/open]
Who: Knuckle, Open
Where: Where ever! He's wandering a bit
When: Night 004
What: Knuckle wakes up no longer dead.... AGAIN!
Warnings: Grotesque amounts of pure uncensored derpfluff.
After an abrupt jolt awake in the dusty closet, Knuckle had slowly started to try and process what had happened exactly. The memories almost made his head spin... the experiments... the hallucinations... the rages... the dogs.
Instinctively he reached to grab at his bible, though he found it was not next to him as usual. Right... Mary had it. Slowly things became more clear... he became more self aware. This certainly wasn't like the first time he perished, and then subsequently woke up. Granted he had about a hundred year span of semi-awareness as opposed to... how long had it been? He fumbled his pocket watch out of his robe and opened it, allowing the little flicker of yellow sun-flames light the face of the watch. There was a bit of a problem though... he didn't know what time he perished in the first place. He clicked the watch closed and after briefly looking around for the rest of his belongings, he got to his feet with a grunt from the stiffness.
He made his way down the stairs and into the hallway, before he let out a sneeze from the layer of dust covering him. The force was enough to send a small cloud of dust from his hair and shoulders, making him think to look himself over for a moment. Oh dear, he was filthy... these were his only robes too. He pauses in his wandering to start and dust off his robe.
Then, he abruptly stops. Looks at his hands. Pats his arms. No longer broken. Well, that was certainly convenient. Now... what was it he was doing before he noticed that? Well, it couldn't have been that important if he didn't remember, right? So the priest continues on his way down the halls completely neglecting the just still on his hair..
Where: Where ever! He's wandering a bit
When: Night 004
What: Knuckle wakes up no longer dead.... AGAIN!
Warnings: Grotesque amounts of pure uncensored derpfluff.
After an abrupt jolt awake in the dusty closet, Knuckle had slowly started to try and process what had happened exactly. The memories almost made his head spin... the experiments... the hallucinations... the rages... the dogs.
Instinctively he reached to grab at his bible, though he found it was not next to him as usual. Right... Mary had it. Slowly things became more clear... he became more self aware. This certainly wasn't like the first time he perished, and then subsequently woke up. Granted he had about a hundred year span of semi-awareness as opposed to... how long had it been? He fumbled his pocket watch out of his robe and opened it, allowing the little flicker of yellow sun-flames light the face of the watch. There was a bit of a problem though... he didn't know what time he perished in the first place. He clicked the watch closed and after briefly looking around for the rest of his belongings, he got to his feet with a grunt from the stiffness.
He made his way down the stairs and into the hallway, before he let out a sneeze from the layer of dust covering him. The force was enough to send a small cloud of dust from his hair and shoulders, making him think to look himself over for a moment. Oh dear, he was filthy... these were his only robes too. He pauses in his wandering to start and dust off his robe.
Then, he abruptly stops. Looks at his hands. Pats his arms. No longer broken. Well, that was certainly convenient. Now... what was it he was doing before he noticed that? Well, it couldn't have been that important if he didn't remember, right? So the priest continues on his way down the halls completely neglecting the just still on his hair..