stupendousstan (stupendousstan) wrote in midway_ic, @ 2011-09-29 14:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | stanley churchill, week 7 |
Standalone
Who: Stanley
Where: Werehouse basement somewhere
When: Tuesday Night
What: Thinking thinky thoughts
Rating: PG
Status; Complete
Stanley woke up with a soft groan. His head was pounding and his bed felt outrageously hard and it was freezing. He moved one leg to try and find the blankets to pull up around him, but as his leg started to move he realized he was tangled in the blankets and couldn't move. He didn't remember going home. He did remember the bar and vaguely the bartender saying something about not puking on the bar floor.
He tried to move his hands to push up, but they were similarly caught. His eyes opened and when he saw the rope around his wrists, he blinked. "What the..." The sounded echoed off into the dark, clearly the room was quite large. After a bit of a struggle he was able to sit up. His head throbbed so hard that it felt like his brain was trying to escape his skull After a while, he found a way to scoot around, finding a wall and following it to a corner. He continued until he found a door, but it was bared and bolted from the outside and his yelling only brought in a large man that casually backhanded him to the floor and threatened worse violence if he didn't shut up.
Once he'd recovered from the wave of nausea the blow set off, Stanley of course was not deterred. By irritating the fuck out of the guard though, he not only got a nice set of bruises, but he also found out what had happened. Shanghaied. How had he forgotten they were in Portland?
His only hope was that maybe Ben would realize he wasn't there...but he hadn't told his roommate where he was going. "I don't want to be a sailor," he murmured to the empty room. Please...please let them find me. I didn't even get to tell them. They'll never know...Ben will think I just left him. And Audrey..I'll miss our date.
Maybe it was for the best. Maybe Ben and Audrey would find each other and it would be okay. At least he wouldn't have to know he'd stood between them. I should have said something...now I guess I'll never know.