Who: Domino (OTA!) What: bowling Where: Bowl-O-Rama in Salem Center When: early evening Warnings: no clue.
It was a boring night. For shits and giggles, Norman Thurmond (a name that he rarely used, and with good cause), ventured out into the night. He'd gotten his image inducer repaired, and was hellbent on testing it. So he though of something fairly mindless he could do. Bowling was the first really good option he had. Worse came to worst, he could always venture over to the bar, and see what there was to drink. Maybe have a Guinness or three for dinner or something.
The place was pretty run down looking, but well trafficked. It was still early in the night, so there were a lot of teenagers. He didn't mind that, terribly. They would leave him alone, at least. He wasn't sure how he felt about company yet. Honestly, he had very little idea how he felt about anything at the moment. Things were too uncertain for his taste. Normally he thrived on chaos, but these days that was becoming less and less the case. Maybe he was just getting old?
Hard to tell, really. But the motion of bowling was kind of soothing. Pins set up, grab your ball, pull back, pins fall down. He wasn't great at it, but it wasn't about that, really. He just wanted to take his mind off of things.