Peace and Quiet [Active/Open]
Character(s): Goliath, Natalia, anyone else
Content: Goliath explores the abandoned upper floors of St. Destino Hospital.
Setting: St. Destino Hospital
Time: Must be night if Goliath is awake.
Warnings: None.
When he breathed, the stagnant air of the hallway stirred to life with flickering dust motes. Surrounded by shadows and the remnants of hospital equipment, Goliath turned slightly to take in his surroundings. While he knew the lower floors of this building still held some life (he'd seen the light shimmering around the edges of drawn curtains over windows), these upper floors had clearly been abandoned for some time. As he lightly drew his massive hand over the faded wallpaper barely visible on the walls, he wondered what made the people avoid this place.
He'd been wandering in the darkness for so long since he arrived that he wondered when he'd ever see the stars or moon again. Alternating between his stone sleep in the relentless dark and blindly feeling out the city he'd somehow been moved to, Goliath was starting to feel disoriented, dizzy...almost mad. At that thought, his hand tightened on the wall, talons digging into the stone with ease. No, no...not mad. He would never give in and lose himself to his grief and loneliness. He was stronger than that.
Perhaps these forgotten rooms and halls would serve as a place of safe rest for him. He had yet to run into any of the strange shadowy creatures while inside here. Lifting his head from the unconscious bow, he straightened and headed deeper down the hall, eyes glowing faintly white in the darkness.
Content: Goliath explores the abandoned upper floors of St. Destino Hospital.
Setting: St. Destino Hospital
Time: Must be night if Goliath is awake.
Warnings: None.
When he breathed, the stagnant air of the hallway stirred to life with flickering dust motes. Surrounded by shadows and the remnants of hospital equipment, Goliath turned slightly to take in his surroundings. While he knew the lower floors of this building still held some life (he'd seen the light shimmering around the edges of drawn curtains over windows), these upper floors had clearly been abandoned for some time. As he lightly drew his massive hand over the faded wallpaper barely visible on the walls, he wondered what made the people avoid this place.
He'd been wandering in the darkness for so long since he arrived that he wondered when he'd ever see the stars or moon again. Alternating between his stone sleep in the relentless dark and blindly feeling out the city he'd somehow been moved to, Goliath was starting to feel disoriented, dizzy...almost mad. At that thought, his hand tightened on the wall, talons digging into the stone with ease. No, no...not mad. He would never give in and lose himself to his grief and loneliness. He was stronger than that.
Perhaps these forgotten rooms and halls would serve as a place of safe rest for him. He had yet to run into any of the strange shadowy creatures while inside here. Lifting his head from the unconscious bow, he straightened and headed deeper down the hall, eyes glowing faintly white in the darkness.