I love the smell of popcorn in the morning
Characters: OPEN + Rageflea Alex Mercer
When: Midnight tonight
Where: Theme park
Rating: PG-13 mostly for Alex's potty mouth. Will alter if needed.
Summary: Alex has a nasty habit of skulking in the shadows. And he doesn't handle the unexpected well.
She's with us now.
Always the same thing, following him. It was written on countless walls when he passed them, often demolishing the unfortunate source of writing.
Alex was not good at playing games.
Which was a bit of a laugh since he had taken to skulking about the amusement park. The virus didn't sleep really, and didn't need much in ways of shelter from the elements, so he had quickly sought a place quiet and removed from the rest of the crippled city's sparse populace.
In the last few days Alex had reached a few conclusions- mostly that people had been completely honest about the situation he now found himself in. Which meant even if escaping the city or country were possible, he'd still be trapped in a time nine years prior to his own.
So he had opted to stay, although he'd do so as reluctantly and reclusively as possible. So he'd made himself a bit of a den in a house of mirrors. Or a house of a lot of broken glass and a few walls nearly caved in, but it was relatively intact, and the virus could lurk among the tipped over frames and mildewing wood, quite content to be left alone.
That changed however, when after a little more than a week since his arrival, the whole place roared to life. Tinny music filled the air, along with the hum of primitive electric lights and the strong smell of popcorn.
Alex stepped out into the night air, unnerved and on a hair trigger, looking at all the commotion going on around him. He bristled reflexively, tendrils of biomass rippling up and down his body as he scanned the area. And then he set out to investigate. And possibly consume an entire popcorn machine.
When: Midnight tonight
Where: Theme park
Rating: PG-13 mostly for Alex's potty mouth. Will alter if needed.
Summary: Alex has a nasty habit of skulking in the shadows. And he doesn't handle the unexpected well.
She's with us now.
Always the same thing, following him. It was written on countless walls when he passed them, often demolishing the unfortunate source of writing.
Alex was not good at playing games.
Which was a bit of a laugh since he had taken to skulking about the amusement park. The virus didn't sleep really, and didn't need much in ways of shelter from the elements, so he had quickly sought a place quiet and removed from the rest of the crippled city's sparse populace.
In the last few days Alex had reached a few conclusions- mostly that people had been completely honest about the situation he now found himself in. Which meant even if escaping the city or country were possible, he'd still be trapped in a time nine years prior to his own.
So he had opted to stay, although he'd do so as reluctantly and reclusively as possible. So he'd made himself a bit of a den in a house of mirrors. Or a house of a lot of broken glass and a few walls nearly caved in, but it was relatively intact, and the virus could lurk among the tipped over frames and mildewing wood, quite content to be left alone.
That changed however, when after a little more than a week since his arrival, the whole place roared to life. Tinny music filled the air, along with the hum of primitive electric lights and the strong smell of popcorn.
Alex stepped out into the night air, unnerved and on a hair trigger, looking at all the commotion going on around him. He bristled reflexively, tendrils of biomass rippling up and down his body as he scanned the area. And then he set out to investigate. And possibly consume an entire popcorn machine.