Downfall RPG

Who: Etienne and OPEN
Where: The billiards room
When: After lunch

Etienne played pool like he had a broken arm. He wasn't sure why he'd never gotten the hang of it. He'd certainly loitered around in a lot of poorly-lit bars and shady restaurants with pool tables, and playing pool was just the kind of skill a wandering bluesman and jack of all trades should have. The fact remained that he'd never won a game in his life, and the only times he'd managed to profit off a game, it had been a cut of a pool-shark's profits for bolstering a mark's ego. The green felt and the little white ball just evaded him.

So he was sort of glad to have the room to himself while he killed time clacking the balls around. The hotel's general classiness had resulted in a much nicer poolroom than he was used to, so in part he was just enjoying the ambiance. There wasn't a lot else to do on a grim, cold day like this. (Despite his wanderings, Etienne still had the rather thin blood of a southerner and didn't take well to even an early autumn chill.) He'd started out trying to play both side of a game against himself, but he'd lost interest in actually trying to follow that, and had moved to just inventing random challenges that he inevitably failed. At the moment, he was seeing how many times he could hit the 8-ball with the white ball that probably had a real name that he couldn't think of. He was pretty sure he was winning.

WHO: Aiden and OPEN
WHAT: Meeting and being awkward!
WHERE: The Kitchen!
WHEN: Early evening

Aiden glanced around the pantry with tired blue eyes. Physically he was looking for formula, his eyes scanning shelves, hands moving cartons of cereal and boxes of crackers, mentally however, he was miles away. He was thinking about David, David with his impossibly bright eyes and sarcastic nature, David who teased and played... David, who had died. It seemed that every day he went on without his husband more of his south withered. It was getting hard to even function on a basic level -- and that was all he'd been doing for the past week.

If he hadn't found Aric, the baby with black hair and bat-like wings, (wings that were tiny and delicate still, they hardly looked strong enough to unfold) he probably would have killed himself. He'd been steering that way as it was. Wandering the streets, alone, knowing he was responsible for David's death... it had been just tempting enough to succumb to. He'd been heading towards an apartment building, intent on leaping from the roof, when he'd heard the cry. It had been loud and stopped him mid-step, the sound startling. Why would there be a baby... but the cry had come again and Aiden had forgotten temporarily that he intended to kill himself.

Since finding Aric, the blonde had at least had something to keep busy with, but now that they were in shelter, with plenty of food and clean water, he found the thoughts of David creeping back in.

Cradling Aric against his chest, the blonde glanced around the kitchen as he thought he heard a sound from the doorway.

For Megan and Etienne

Who: Etienne and Rowan
Where: In front of the hotel
When: Afternoon