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Creed Kay (kcreed) wrote in inpoormerit,

Creed had just arrived here as well and was relived to find that there was clothing for him. Though with this temperature he wasn't too fond of wearing his favorite clothes. The man was used to humid summers in New York and always tried to flee them. Here, 80 something Fahrenheit was beyond painful. Accepting this as a reality was baffling to him. Creed wondered if he was on some weird reality show like they did on Doctor Who once. After poking around his room for a while he wanted to cool off with something nice and what better than head to a pub.

He chose to wear his lightest buttoned up shirt, grey slacks, and took a pass on the shoes. To avoid his feet being burned he walked along in the shade and took note of each building that he passed. Creed did his best to place the area but nothing made sense. The architecture reminded him of home but the weather was anything but English. Truth be told Creed wasn't too concerned where he was at the moment. He knew one that he was alive, two had a place to stay, three that other people where here, and four that he wouldn't starve. Once he was cooled off and preferably a little inebriated he'd probably ponder his situation a little more.

Walking to the door he noticed the young woman and paused in step. He looked her over out of curiosity. "Are you alright?" It was all he could think to ask. She looked beside herself so she must have been brought here the same way as him and she was so young. He was worried for her.