He'd been on his way to bed when it happened, slightly buzzed, definitely not dressed for tropical weather. Instead, he wore dark jeans, boots, and a long sleeved cream colored shirt. For a long moment, everything felt especially surreal, like he'd fallen asleep and started dreaming, but he knew that couldn't be true. He wasn't that drunk, and he hadn't even made it to his room yet.
Blinking a few times to adjust his eyes to the sudden brightness from the sun, Athol looked around. None of the faces near him looked familiar, which potentially meant he'd been the only one who'd been taken to...wherever this was. He didn't know if that was a comfort or if it just worried him more. Were the others safe, or were they scattered across this place, in some sort of danger?
Looking up when his name was called, he stepped forward to receive his information, holding himself back from demanding answers no matter how much he wanted to. Whoever was in charge here knew who he was. Did they know everything about him or just his name? Either option didn't do much to make him feel any better. If they knew everything about him, then everyone he cared about could be in danger. Only knowing his name was slightly less troubling, but could still mean danger was looming.
Still, he accepted the things he was given graciously, saying thank you, and then stepped aside with his things and a box of chocolate chip cookies. He did his best to juggle everything so he could leaf through the envelope and then the information without dropping either the cookies or the keys. Or scattering money everywhere.
"This is the strangest kidnapping I've ever heard of," he said to no one in particular. It had to be a kidnapping, because how else could they have suddenly ended up here, without warning?
ii. Later
After he'd visited his new residence and stashed the information he'd been given--and most of the money--he rifled through the chest he'd been told about. He set the framed photo of himself and his brother, which he'd previously kept on his dresser, on the nightstand next to the bed. The blanket he draped across the foot of the bed, and the gun he put in the drawer of the nightstand.
With his necklace tucked under his shirt, he headed back out to see if he could gather any information. The sun hadn't yet started to set, but it would be soon enough. He hadn't bothered to change clothes yet, but he'd at least rolled up his sleeves so he was a little less hot.
For all intents and purposes, this seemed like a normal town. Nothing immediately jumped out at him as being a threat, but that didn't mean threats didn't exist. He was always on guard, despite appearing relatively calm and relaxed. He didn't like anything about this, no matter how nice everything looked.
Athol Forsyth | Original | OTA
He'd been on his way to bed when it happened, slightly buzzed, definitely not dressed for tropical weather. Instead, he wore dark jeans, boots, and a long sleeved cream colored shirt. For a long moment, everything felt especially surreal, like he'd fallen asleep and started dreaming, but he knew that couldn't be true. He wasn't that drunk, and he hadn't even made it to his room yet.
Blinking a few times to adjust his eyes to the sudden brightness from the sun, Athol looked around. None of the faces near him looked familiar, which potentially meant he'd been the only one who'd been taken to...wherever this was. He didn't know if that was a comfort or if it just worried him more. Were the others safe, or were they scattered across this place, in some sort of danger?
Looking up when his name was called, he stepped forward to receive his information, holding himself back from demanding answers no matter how much he wanted to. Whoever was in charge here knew who he was. Did they know everything about him or just his name? Either option didn't do much to make him feel any better. If they knew everything about him, then everyone he cared about could be in danger. Only knowing his name was slightly less troubling, but could still mean danger was looming.
Still, he accepted the things he was given graciously, saying thank you, and then stepped aside with his things and a box of chocolate chip cookies. He did his best to juggle everything so he could leaf through the envelope and then the information without dropping either the cookies or the keys. Or scattering money everywhere.
"This is the strangest kidnapping I've ever heard of," he said to no one in particular. It had to be a kidnapping, because how else could they have suddenly ended up here, without warning?
ii. Later
After he'd visited his new residence and stashed the information he'd been given--and most of the money--he rifled through the chest he'd been told about. He set the framed photo of himself and his brother, which he'd previously kept on his dresser, on the nightstand next to the bed. The blanket he draped across the foot of the bed, and the gun he put in the drawer of the nightstand.
With his necklace tucked under his shirt, he headed back out to see if he could gather any information. The sun hadn't yet started to set, but it would be soon enough. He hadn't bothered to change clothes yet, but he'd at least rolled up his sleeves so he was a little less hot.
For all intents and purposes, this seemed like a normal town. Nothing immediately jumped out at him as being a threat, but that didn't mean threats didn't exist. He was always on guard, despite appearing relatively calm and relaxed. He didn't like anything about this, no matter how nice everything looked.