St. John Allerdyce (untamedinferno) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-04-22 22:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, mike enslin, st. john allerdyce |
Who: St. John Allerdyce and Mike Enslin.
Where: Main Foyer.
When: Right Now.
What: Good ole John has arrived.
Status: Complete.
Warnings: Minimal. Language.
The last thing John remembered was talking to that fucking senator. Kelly. How annoying, but he managed to do the right thing in the end, save the stupid fucking politician, and send him down the path that would hopefully ultimately help his brethren in their lives going forward. Except when he closed his eyes then, ready for the sweet release of death while Legacy took him to the other side- his body grew cold. It was soothing, considering he was so hot previously. Also the ground was much harder than he had remembered. Plus he was still breathing. Okay, he wasn't dead. Opening his eyes, he glanced around and he was not where he was remembered being. What was this? Some hotel foyer? Pearly gates maybe? Not moving yet, he looked with his eyes and could hear a phone ringing. That was when he looked over. That phone was ringing, and there wasn't any quote, unquote staff to be seen. Well that was going to get annoying. Getting to his feet, his body aching still from the fight he was just in John let out an audible groan. "If they're bringing me through the gates, least the coulda done was taken the pain away.." Another audible noise came from St. John while he stretched his body heading toward the phone. Once in arms reach, he snatched the phone off the receiver with a annoyed, "What?" Listening to the polite voice he looked to the laptop sitting right there. Barely listening to the phone at this point, John followed the form appropriately and once he hit submit, not only did the phone go dead but there was a chime, no, a dong almost of what seemed to be ancient clocks going off. "Now that is some eerie bullshit." John muttered picking up the room key. Two-eighteen. Well, this was about to get very interesting. Still dressed in the slight cooked clothes, John started his small adventure to learn his surroundings. "What is this place?" |