Chris Argent [Teen Wolf] (gunsvsclaws) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2020-09-07 12:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | chris argent, dyson thornwood |
Who: Dyson and Chris
What: Roomies sticking together
Where: Outside
When: During plot
Status: Closed
Chris had a lot of mixed feelings about the hotel. For one, he didn't appreciate being yanked out of his life to serve some unknown purpose. Two, while he was grateful for the fact Allison was alive and well in the hotel, he was also suspicious. Allison was dead, had been gone long enough that Chris had moved on with his life. Some part of him had a hard time accepting that she, and others he new of who were dead being alive and well. Something about it didn't sit well with him.
But he tried to ignore that feeling, because there wasn't much he could do about it. There wasn't anywhere to get answers, to find out the hows and the whys. How were these people who were dead alive again? Why were they here? Why were any of them here? He had a feeling that answer was not a good one, and he was better off not knowing anyway.
At the same time, he wasn't going to sit idle and wait for something to happen. That wasn't his style. He was going to go out there, and do something. With the way things were outside now, he was going out there with intent to kill, despite his change of attitude toward killing a thing simply because it existed. By all accounts, the things outside needed to be put down.
He wasn't thrilled with the outfit he found himself in when he walked out the door, but he had a decent weapon, so he'd roll with it. He was stalking prey when he notcied his roommate nearby. He didn't know Dyson all that well, on account of never having met him before he came to the hotel, but so far Chris thought he seemed like a decent guy. If he was out here for the same reasons Chris was, well Chris could definitely respect that.
He nodded his chin in greeting one he caught Dyson's eye.