Kurt Hummel | 001
Characters: jacobsorbust & vatheon
Location: The Plaza.
Time: Late afternoon.
Style: I'll match you.
Status: Open to all.
'It has not been possible to connect your call. Please try again later. It has not been poss-'
Kurt swiped his thumb over the end call button, staring down at Mercedes' entry in his address book. He'd hoped, oh how he'd hoped, to hear her voice; familiar, and reassuring. But he was having no such luck. In fact, he didn't seem to be having any luck at all.
He'd woken up here, wherever here was, soaked to the bone and disoriented. The city before him was breathtaking to say the least, but it wasn't Lima, Ohio. Not by any stretch of the imagination. He had to wonder if that last shove into the lockers had done some permanent damage, because this place couldn't be real.
He breathed deeply, ignoring the way that his heart was thudding against his chest, and he moved into the city, hands twisting the strap of his bag; clutching it like a lifeline. Hoping to find someone, anyone, that could explain what was going on.
Because there was one thing that he was certain of. He wasn't in Kansas any more.
Location: The Plaza.
Time: Late afternoon.
Style: I'll match you.
Status: Open to all.
'It has not been possible to connect your call. Please try again later. It has not been poss-'
Kurt swiped his thumb over the end call button, staring down at Mercedes' entry in his address book. He'd hoped, oh how he'd hoped, to hear her voice; familiar, and reassuring. But he was having no such luck. In fact, he didn't seem to be having any luck at all.
He'd woken up here, wherever here was, soaked to the bone and disoriented. The city before him was breathtaking to say the least, but it wasn't Lima, Ohio. Not by any stretch of the imagination. He had to wonder if that last shove into the lockers had done some permanent damage, because this place couldn't be real.
He breathed deeply, ignoring the way that his heart was thudding against his chest, and he moved into the city, hands twisting the strap of his bag; clutching it like a lifeline. Hoping to find someone, anyone, that could explain what was going on.
Because there was one thing that he was certain of. He wasn't in Kansas any more.