Matt Engarde and Ema Skye [FINISHED]
Who: Matt Engarde and Ema Skye
Where: Outside the Tenements
When: Sunset
What: Matt and Ema arrive in the city and seek out shelter. What's supposed to be a friendly team-up turns into something much more sinister.
Matt Engarde, for once, had no idea where he was.
He couldn't say he enjoyed it. Truth was, he didn't like not having control -- and this sudden new scenery was a big blow to that. He needed to figure out where he was, why, and how the hell to get back home.
...No matter what was waiting for him there, it was better than this.
The building before him looked shoddy and run-down, but there was a sign nailed to the front. "The Tenements". Apartments, basically... but the word "tenements" made Matt think of something far poorer. They might as well have said "The Projects". He cringed inwardly, already missing his spacious L.A. home. If anything, this "living space" was reason enough to get back home.
Lifting his wrist, he stared down at the watch/cell phone, flipping open the top. There was no signal here, and the battery was low. He'd already tried calling Adrian four or five times already, to no avail.
"Piece of shit," he murmured, quickly shutting the top and dropping his arm. So much for that idea.
"Hey!" he shouted, suddenly, up towards the huge building. "Anybody in there? I'm totally lost!"
Where: Outside the Tenements
When: Sunset
What: Matt and Ema arrive in the city and seek out shelter. What's supposed to be a friendly team-up turns into something much more sinister.
Matt Engarde, for once, had no idea where he was.
He couldn't say he enjoyed it. Truth was, he didn't like not having control -- and this sudden new scenery was a big blow to that. He needed to figure out where he was, why, and how the hell to get back home.
...No matter what was waiting for him there, it was better than this.
The building before him looked shoddy and run-down, but there was a sign nailed to the front. "The Tenements". Apartments, basically... but the word "tenements" made Matt think of something far poorer. They might as well have said "The Projects". He cringed inwardly, already missing his spacious L.A. home. If anything, this "living space" was reason enough to get back home.
Lifting his wrist, he stared down at the watch/cell phone, flipping open the top. There was no signal here, and the battery was low. He'd already tried calling Adrian four or five times already, to no avail.
"Piece of shit," he murmured, quickly shutting the top and dropping his arm. So much for that idea.
"Hey!" he shouted, suddenly, up towards the huge building. "Anybody in there? I'm totally lost!"