RP: Out of the Dark Characters: Chase, Hugo Time/Date: afternoon, September 25 Location: roof / pool area Warnings/Rating: language, slurs, inappropriate topics. Chase being Chase, a magic fight Summary: Chase is irritated Status: Complete
Chase would deny until his dying day that he'd been hiding in his closet for the last twenty-four hours of the invasion, wrapped in two blankets. He'd left only to use the bathroom, though even that had been something of a trial to even care about. He snacked on a bag of Doritos he'd had stashed in his drawer. They were stale, but at least it was food.
Then, just after midnight, he realized that everything had stopped. It wasn't cold, and he wasn't drowning in memories of his past. After uncurling stiff limbs, Chase hobbled his way to the shower to try to warm the rest of the way up. After that, he'd crashed hard, sleeping through most of the afternoon.
After he woke up, he felt better. Not great; he was still harboring some of the lingering effects, but at least he wasn't crippled by the memories. He'd headed down to the kitchen to snatch a quick lunch before disappearing into the elevator to head up to the roof. Now that the darkness was gone, it was ... nicer up here. Even knowing the sun was fake, he'd still rather be up here than down there. He'd ... missed the light, and his magic wasn't really the sort that made light.
Settling himself down in one of the lounge chairs on the deck, Chase stripped off his shirt to fully enjoy the fake sun -- and to think up ways to further torment the residents so he'd feel better.