Humphrey Darling (h_darling) wrote in endofworldbar, @ 2009-06-23 12:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | alice, humphrey darling |
OTA; Because clearly the bar would think it funny to have several of these faces arrive now?
There was a barking that lead up to the arrival of another one of those faces as-of-now familiar to the bar goers. The door appeared in the back wall and a Great Dane came bounding through, loud barks heralding its arrival followed by a rather irate voice with a British accent and no amusement in his tone calling out "Hamlet!". This was the third time that day the dog had made a break for it, so Humphrey was understandably upset. He had merely been going outside to get some air, and the dog was supposed to be eating. However the feeling of the large dog slipping by him made Humphrey scowl. Great.
When he stepped out onto his porch, however, the noises wasn't right and Humphrey tilted his head to listen more closely. It sounded like...a bar. His eyes flicked around himself, unseeing of the bar now around him, and his hand reached back for the door-that wasn't there.
Hamlet was back and nudging at Humphrey's hand, and the man put his palm on top of the Great Dane's head, "Oh, now you come back, seeing as we aren't in Kansas anymore," Humphrey murmured, unsure of what was going on, and feeling fear beginning to tighten his chest. What had happened? How had he got there? how would he leave? Where was he? The trouble with being blind and in a new place was that there was no markers for him, so Humphrey awkwardly stood in place, Hamlet sitting beside him, for once being a good dog as Humphrey tried to figure out his next step.
"Hello?" It seemed like the best option, really. He wasn't going to find his way back without help, he was sure of that.