Open || In-Progress
Who: a_general_chaos || Open
When: Perhaps an hour after this incident.
Where: Solamente Park
Rating: PG probably
Summary: Amnesia, melancholia and stress - not a good recipe.
He had no idea where he was going. But somehow he'd ended up on a park bench shadowed by a large willow tree, staring out over a small lake. It was quiet here, silent from the clanging noises further south, a balm to his aching head and still-aching body.
Where was he? Who was he, for that matter? Those in the "Clinic" had been less than helpful, answering none of his demands -later, pleas- for information, for knowledge; they'd simply yanked the IV from his arm, shoved an armload of torn and ripped clothing at him - which he wore now; the leather was starting to be uncomfortable - then ushered him to the door.
And now, after the horror of before, her he sat. Bedraggled, confused, and above all else, lost. They had said they knew him, but how could he trust? How could he believe? There was nothing in his memory, simply a white blank. And the more he tried to stain it readable, the worse his head pounded. Elbows on his knees, he sighed heavily and ran shaking hands through tarnished silver, fingers gripping the sides of his head in misery.
What had he done? What had he done to deserve such a...punishment?
When: Perhaps an hour after this incident.
Where: Solamente Park
Rating: PG probably
Summary: Amnesia, melancholia and stress - not a good recipe.
He had no idea where he was going. But somehow he'd ended up on a park bench shadowed by a large willow tree, staring out over a small lake. It was quiet here, silent from the clanging noises further south, a balm to his aching head and still-aching body.
Where was he? Who was he, for that matter? Those in the "Clinic" had been less than helpful, answering none of his demands -later, pleas- for information, for knowledge; they'd simply yanked the IV from his arm, shoved an armload of torn and ripped clothing at him - which he wore now; the leather was starting to be uncomfortable - then ushered him to the door.
And now, after the horror of before, her he sat. Bedraggled, confused, and above all else, lost. They had said they knew him, but how could he trust? How could he believe? There was nothing in his memory, simply a white blank. And the more he tried to stain it readable, the worse his head pounded. Elbows on his knees, he sighed heavily and ran shaking hands through tarnished silver, fingers gripping the sides of his head in misery.
What had he done? What had he done to deserve such a...punishment?