Glasses Make Everything Rosy
Characters: Roy Miller
Rating: PG
Trigger Warnings: N/A
Location: Awenasa Apartment Complex
Day and time: June 24th, Friday, Afternoon
Status: Finished
There was something about sunglasses. They offered you protection. From light, from recognition, from bullet fragments. All around, just excellent products. They tinted the world, making it easier to look at.
Roy had found his room, alright. He had been able to go in alone, and search through the entire apartment. It wasn't very big, not like any hotel he was used to, but it was fine. He didn't plan to be here long. First order of business, communication out of his place. His phone was jailbroken, someone had reprogrammed it and he needed a computer to fix it. And a paperclip. Maybe a screw driver... who knew how many bugs where in this thing.
He found his clothes, at least. Not that that mattered much, Roy would wear anything. But he looked through all the pockets, including the suit he had been wearing that night is Salzburg when he'd been shot. No sign of the Zephyr. That was... not good. Worse than bad. It was a nightmare. He had no computer, no tools, nothing he could use to investigate his phone, aside from throwing it hard enough into the ground so that it would break. But this model, it wasn't that easy to break.
He took off the doctor's robe, and the hospital gown. That was first. He managed to get into a tank top, and a pair of khakis, then he stared at his closet and wondered what to do. It took a little effort, he wasn't afraid of pain, but he also didn't exactly welcome it. He managed to slip his arm into a dark denim shirt, doing the buttons up very slowly, before re-slinging his arm.
Stepping into some moccasins, which struck him as funny considering who Ike was (or what Ike was), he grabbed his phone, pushing it into his pants pocket, and headed out of his door. His wallet he'd found in his jacket, and he placed the credit card and his keys into it before pocketing that was well. Popping a pain reliever into his mouth he headed down the hallway, for the elevator, to do a little investigating now that he was properly dressed and had a better handle on the situation.
Rating: PG
Trigger Warnings: N/A
Location: Awenasa Apartment Complex
Day and time: June 24th, Friday, Afternoon
Status: Finished
There was something about sunglasses. They offered you protection. From light, from recognition, from bullet fragments. All around, just excellent products. They tinted the world, making it easier to look at.
Roy had found his room, alright. He had been able to go in alone, and search through the entire apartment. It wasn't very big, not like any hotel he was used to, but it was fine. He didn't plan to be here long. First order of business, communication out of his place. His phone was jailbroken, someone had reprogrammed it and he needed a computer to fix it. And a paperclip. Maybe a screw driver... who knew how many bugs where in this thing.
He found his clothes, at least. Not that that mattered much, Roy would wear anything. But he looked through all the pockets, including the suit he had been wearing that night is Salzburg when he'd been shot. No sign of the Zephyr. That was... not good. Worse than bad. It was a nightmare. He had no computer, no tools, nothing he could use to investigate his phone, aside from throwing it hard enough into the ground so that it would break. But this model, it wasn't that easy to break.
He took off the doctor's robe, and the hospital gown. That was first. He managed to get into a tank top, and a pair of khakis, then he stared at his closet and wondered what to do. It took a little effort, he wasn't afraid of pain, but he also didn't exactly welcome it. He managed to slip his arm into a dark denim shirt, doing the buttons up very slowly, before re-slinging his arm.
Stepping into some moccasins, which struck him as funny considering who Ike was (or what Ike was), he grabbed his phone, pushing it into his pants pocket, and headed out of his door. His wallet he'd found in his jacket, and he placed the credit card and his keys into it before pocketing that was well. Popping a pain reliever into his mouth he headed down the hallway, for the elevator, to do a little investigating now that he was properly dressed and had a better handle on the situation.