Trying To Pick Up The Pieces city_of_angel
I followed Gunn into the big industrial kitchen that had never been used, which I assumed only because it still looked pretty shiny and some what new... not that I thought it was bad that it had never been used, I mean at some point it had to have been used, I mean the hotel itself was pretty old and… I digress.
Everything had just happened so fast that it never really left me time to think. To really think...
I mean, there I was in the library, minding my own business and I get sucked into Plyea, where all humans are considered cows, get rescued after five years, come to a place that was just as scary as the last place I was in and... I should have never ran out.
These were good people, and all I did was make them worry about me and of course I had to go and get myself into trouble. Way to go Fred. What a way to show your appreciation. I should have...
I let out a big sigh and sort of... stood there for a moment, not knowing exactly what to do. I felt sore, every inch of my body still hurt. I mean sure, I had that nifty adrenaline boost when I saw Wesley and Lorne walk into the lobby, all bloody and all their insides showing, but after everything was put back into its respective place and stitched, I came crashing down, realizing the gravity of the situation.
Funny how sometimes the simple realization of the life that swirls around you seems to slaps you right in the face at the oddest times. Angel was nowhere to be found, all of us were hurt, except for Gunn, Cordelia was gone too, and every time I closed my eyes I could see them there... both of them, waiting for me in my dreams to torture me once more.
I shook the thoughts off and tried to smile. I was hungry too, which was good because for me hunger was a great motivator. I smiled at Gunn, eager to help; eager to do anything that was other than being by myself. I rubbed my arm a little and felt yet another one of my many bite wounds and I quickly put my hands to my side.
"So... what can I help with first?"
[Open to Gunn]
Everything had just happened so fast that it never really left me time to think. To really think...
I mean, there I was in the library, minding my own business and I get sucked into Plyea, where all humans are considered cows, get rescued after five years, come to a place that was just as scary as the last place I was in and... I should have never ran out.
These were good people, and all I did was make them worry about me and of course I had to go and get myself into trouble. Way to go Fred. What a way to show your appreciation. I should have...
I let out a big sigh and sort of... stood there for a moment, not knowing exactly what to do. I felt sore, every inch of my body still hurt. I mean sure, I had that nifty adrenaline boost when I saw Wesley and Lorne walk into the lobby, all bloody and all their insides showing, but after everything was put back into its respective place and stitched, I came crashing down, realizing the gravity of the situation.
Funny how sometimes the simple realization of the life that swirls around you seems to slaps you right in the face at the oddest times. Angel was nowhere to be found, all of us were hurt, except for Gunn, Cordelia was gone too, and every time I closed my eyes I could see them there... both of them, waiting for me in my dreams to torture me once more.
I shook the thoughts off and tried to smile. I was hungry too, which was good because for me hunger was a great motivator. I smiled at Gunn, eager to help; eager to do anything that was other than being by myself. I rubbed my arm a little and felt yet another one of my many bite wounds and I quickly put my hands to my side.
"So... what can I help with first?"
[Open to Gunn]