Characters: Isaack
Rating: PG I guess
Trigger Warnings: None so far
Location: First floor apartment building 102, Wonunican Valley
Day and Time: Wednesday 22 June, c. 6.00 am
Status: Open to anyone.
Isaack was in confusion when he woke. his mouth tasted like sandpaper, his eyes and head all fuzzy feeling. Wow he must have slept hard. He pushed himself up, noticing he had slept with his clothing on, and vaguely wondered why, and he could not even remember going to bed. He had been sitting late and reading. And then he had.... He had- Wow. He could not even remember.
He blinked a few times, before eyes went wide and he got to his feet, looking around.
"Ah Hell not again." he moved around the unfamiliar white room, then to the window, pushing open the curtains to see where the Hell he was.
And he had absolutely no clue whatsoever.
Ignoring that he was in jogging pants and a big t-shirt, he headed to the door and pulled it open, rushing out. And stopped. A hallway. With doors. With numbers.
Hell.
"Hello?" his deep voice made an eearie echo, and he frowned
Rating: PG I guess
Trigger Warnings: None so far
Location: First floor apartment building 102, Wonunican Valley
Day and Time: Wednesday 22 June, c. 6.00 am
Status: Open to anyone.
Isaack was in confusion when he woke. his mouth tasted like sandpaper, his eyes and head all fuzzy feeling. Wow he must have slept hard. He pushed himself up, noticing he had slept with his clothing on, and vaguely wondered why, and he could not even remember going to bed. He had been sitting late and reading. And then he had.... He had- Wow. He could not even remember.
He blinked a few times, before eyes went wide and he got to his feet, looking around.
"Ah Hell not again." he moved around the unfamiliar white room, then to the window, pushing open the curtains to see where the Hell he was.
And he had absolutely no clue whatsoever.
Ignoring that he was in jogging pants and a big t-shirt, he headed to the door and pulled it open, rushing out. And stopped. A hallway. With doors. With numbers.
Hell.
"Hello?" his deep voice made an eearie echo, and he frowned