Entrance Post
The door opens, a simple, muted creak in the bustle of Milliways. It opens and through it steps a boy. He's no more than fifteen, though you could be fooled by his height, his slenderness, or even the sharp confusion in his dark eyes. He wasn't expecting this. After all, who walks into their garage and expects to cross the line from sanity to the other side? That, or he's dreaming. Those are the only two explanations he's willing to consider. It's the Res, but even there it's unlikely to find a Bar where there wasn't one before.
Jacob Black's hand tightens around the wrench he's holding, white knuckles on tanned skin.
"Okay." Now is the time to take a deep breath and not panic. If it's a dream...then... "That's a big rat."
[OOC: Open for slowtime until people who want to tag have tagged, will be on and off for a few days. Forgive any crap or rustiness!]
[Tinytag: Jacob Black]
Jacob Black's hand tightens around the wrench he's holding, white knuckles on tanned skin.
"Okay." Now is the time to take a deep breath and not panic. If it's a dream...then... "That's a big rat."
[OOC: Open for slowtime until people who want to tag have tagged, will be on and off for a few days. Forgive any crap or rustiness!]
[Tinytag: Jacob Black]