RP: Arrival Characters: Roland, poking Corey Time/Date: September 6, morning Location: His room, the hallway Warnings/Rating: Language. Will update if needed. Summary: Roland arrives and is not happy to be here. Status: Complete
Roland woke up, feeling groggy and ... wrong. The bed they had gone to sleep in last night wasn't exactly familiar, but this one felt emptier than it should have and he pushed down the flood of panic as he confirmed that Corey wasn't in bed next to him and this most definitely wasn't their room.
He called her name as he rolled out of bed, eyes flicking about the room urgently. After finding the note and reading it, he crumpled it up, a wordless noise of frustration escaping him. What the fuck? Torn between conflicting feelings of hoping his sister was here with him and hoping she hadn't been kidnapped, he threw the balled up note uselessly against the wall. If she was here, at least he could take care of her while they figured out how the hell to get out of here, but who knew what was going to happen to them. If she was... not here, he didn't think she was in any state of mind to really take care of herself and they didn't have anyone else.
Okay, he needed to calm down. Roland took a breath and decided to see what there was to see out in the hallway and beyond. When he closed the door behind himself, he noticed his name and bit the inside of his cheek briefly. Blue eyes strayed around the hallway and he blew out a half sigh, half relieved laugh when he saw Corey's name right across the way. Crossing the hall, he knocked on her door and called out, "Corey? Are you in there?"