Tierney and Sullivan
Sullivan still didn’t get this place. He didn’t want to be here, he hadn’t wanted to be back at that hotel either. He wanted to be back home, but for whatever reason, he was here. In Black Plague Land. Frustrated, he took to walking among the town, taking in the sights as he tried to figure out, again, how he could get back home. Or at least somewhere with working electricity.
Tierney was completely lost. She had no idea where the hell she was and why. All she knew is that when she woke up, nothing looked familiar, nothing even looked like it was even remotely from her own time. And that, that was just insane. Her immediate thought was that she relapsed and this was some kind of psychedelic dream. But that didn’t feel right, she had never really been one for hallucinogens anyway. Maybe she was dead, maybe this was purgatory. She knew damn well she wasn’t good enough to make it to anything close to heaven, and maybe her meager attempts at improving her life had managed to keep her out of hell. But why would she be dead, after sleep? She wasn’t that sick, was she? Deciding it was probably best not to keep wandering, the petite brunette slumped down to sit on the solid ground, leaning back against some strange looking, but seemingly empty building. For now, she just watched the people passing by, that had always been a good way to try to figure things out in the past.
Sullivan had taken a step by the girl on the ground, looking at her in passing but not thinking to stop immediately. Until he realized that she seemed about as lost as he was and he took two steps back to look at her. Kneeling down, he smiled a little and held a hand out to her. "Hello," He said, waiting to see if she was, indeed, like he was. A wanderer in this area. "What's your name?"
She’d noticed him before he stopped. Something about the way he was walking, his stature, his mannerisms, it seemed more familiar than the other people she’d seen out and about so far. When he backtracked, she arched a brow slowly and looked to his offered hand. She was about to respond when she noticed the flash of metal at his wrist. Moving closer to him, she rolled up onto her knees, grabbing at his wrist to see the time displayed on his watch. She’d been so confused upon waking up that she didn’t even consider what time of day it was. And how important to her it was to know the correct time. “Is this working? Is this the right time?”
Well, that was interesting. No one ever really went straight for his watch in the middle of a handshake. Intrigued, he studied her and then nodded. "It's the right time somewhere. Where I came from, exactly, but is it the right time here? I don't know. I'm pretty sure even in this weird place there's got to be a time difference, considering most people are speaking what sounds like French to me."
Even though she seemed preoccupied with the time on his watch, and distracted by something else that was on her mind, she actually was at least half listening to him. “Fuck. You’re probably right. Where did you come from?” She released his arm sheepishly, drawing back a little. “Sorry about grabbing you like that. Sounds like you’re pretty lost too.”
Sullivan was definitely intrigued by this girl. What was it with him and finding strange girls lately? He crouched down in front of her and tried to catch her eyes. "Definitely not France. Guessing you're not from here either? I'm Sullivan."
Large eyes lifted to meet his gaze, holding it for a moment too long before she shook her head no and looked away. “Are we dead?” She liked the idea even less now that she said it out loud. Slumping back against the building again, her gaze flickered over his watch once again. As an afterthought, she finally offered her name. “I’m Tierney.”