Entrance Post
A young man shambles through door.
He has a pale face, staring eyes, and black hair sticking out from under a flat cap, and is pretty unremarkable. Apart from his walk.
He walks as though he's about to fall over at any moment. As though his body is being pulled forward and his legs are left to flail underneath, falling wherever they happen to land.
When he realises where he is, he stops and stares, only to turn around to retrace his steps...
And turn around panicked, when he can't find the door he came in through. His eyes widen in panic.
Walter Plinge is in the bar.
He has a pale face, staring eyes, and black hair sticking out from under a flat cap, and is pretty unremarkable. Apart from his walk.
He walks as though he's about to fall over at any moment. As though his body is being pulled forward and his legs are left to flail underneath, falling wherever they happen to land.
When he realises where he is, he stops and stares, only to turn around to retrace his steps...
And turn around panicked, when he can't find the door he came in through. His eyes widen in panic.
Walter Plinge is in the bar.