Yet another new arrival!
A fairly slight man, dark haired and alarmingly pale skinned, is strolling up the drive, wearing a leather jacket, hands shoved deep in his pockets. He approaches the gates looking more than a little confused, scratches his forehead, and looks behind himself. It doesn't look dangerous, but Caliban knows that appearances can be deceiving. "Where the hell am I," he wonders aloud, "And where did New York go?"
More importantly, where did Niko go, but he'll worry about that later. And he's not going to ask that just yet. Better to find out if he's going to be in immediate danger shortly - not that it's something he's unaccustomed to. He wishes, vaguely, that he hadn't listened to Nik's advice - no, demand - that he leave the gun at home. Sure, it made him feel like a paranoid freak. But it made him feel better, too.
T: Um. *sheepish* Caliban Leandros, from the series of the same name by Rob Thurman. Hello everyone? :D
More importantly, where did Niko go, but he'll worry about that later. And he's not going to ask that just yet. Better to find out if he's going to be in immediate danger shortly - not that it's something he's unaccustomed to. He wishes, vaguely, that he hadn't listened to Nik's advice - no, demand - that he leave the gun at home. Sure, it made him feel like a paranoid freak. But it made him feel better, too.
T: Um. *sheepish* Caliban Leandros, from the series of the same name by Rob Thurman. Hello everyone? :D