Justin Taylor (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} sunshine_taylor) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} colligo_threads,@ 2012-10-13 01:17:00 |
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| Entry tags: | buffy summers, justin taylor, sookie stackhouse |
WHO: Justin Taylor, Buffy Summers and Sookie Stackhouse
WHAT: Having a smoke outside the communal building
WHEN: Friday, October 12th, Evening
WHERE: Outside the communal building
RATING: PG. Possibly PG-13 for language?
STATUS: In Progress
It had been almost a week now since Justin had woken up on an uncomfortable, little cot, surrounded by over a hundred other people who were just as clueless as to what was going on as he was. It had been almost a week and they were no closer to figuring out what was going on then they had been when they'd woken up. It was assumed that they were on another planet, if the two moons were any indication, but so far no one had contacted them or come forward to take credit for kidnapping them. He had tried calling his mother and Brian with the PDA he'd found in his pocket upon waking up, but neither call had gone through, which had made sense once he'd found out that they were probably on another planet. Either way, now that it had been almost a week without hearing from him, he was sure that at least one of them was beginning to worry about him. His money was on his mother realizing it first and pestering Brian until he made the trip to New York to check on him. What would they do when they realized he was actually gone? Would his picture wind up on flyers and on the news? Would they form search parties? There were endless scenarios going through his head and he didn't like thinking that those he loved would be worried about him.
It had taken Justin about a day to find out that whoever had brought them here had also given them money and he had gone out that next morning to get a pack of cigarettes. Of course he would have preferred pot at the moment, because if there was ever a time to get high, it was now. Leaning against the wall, outside of the communal building, Justin took a drag off his last cigarette and held the smoke in his lungs for a moment or two before letting it out and watching the smoke drift up into the chilly evening air. He didn't know what he was going to do if he never got back home, but he was trying to stay as calm about the situation as possible, because freaking out was not going to help any of them.