daryl dixon (dixonda) wrote in payline, @ 2013-11-01 23:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, daryl dixon (canon), violet harmon (canon) |
Who: Daryl Dixon and Violet Harmon
When: November 1, evening
Where: Just outside the Mandalay Bay lobby entrance
Rating: Highish
Warnings: Language for sure, will update as needed.
Summary: Daryl's going outside and looking around, but before he gets out of the hotel he runs into Violet
Status: closed/incomplete
This place was beyond fucking weird. Daryl had come to that conclusion when he'd run into an older, alive Sophia the other day. Daryl hadn't known what to think, but he was grateful that she was alive, well and she'd survived. That was the only good damn thing about this place, or so far that Daryl had seen. That, and well, it wasn't infested with the reanimated dead. Daryl definitely didn't miss that at all, but he was still cautious as he walked around the hotel. Since his encounter with Sophia, he hadn't ran into anyone else though he had talked with Rick which had made him feel somewhat better since Rick knew what the hell had been going on back home at least. Home. That was a strange concept especially considering that he thought of the prison as home now. Really it was better than any home he'd had before filled with people that cared about him, that respected him, that actually wanted him around and it was nice though Daryl would never admit that to anyone except himself. Admittedly he was concerned about the people back at the prison, he wondered how they were doing, how many of them were actually alive at this point. It was enough to make him angry and whoever or whatever had brought him there. There were people back there dying, and here he was stuck in a goddamn hotel in the lap of luxury. Gritting his teeth, Daryl grabbed his crossbow from where it was leaning against the wall and slung the strap over his shoulder. He headed out of his room, uncertain of where he was actually going to go except that he was going to go outside of the hotel and do some exploring. He wanted to see what the boundaries were, what could potentially be out there, and see if there were answers outside where there hadn't seemed to be any inside of the resort. Or at least he hadn't found anything out that made any sense at all. Riding the elevator down to the lobby wasn't in his agenda, instead he took the stairs because the elevators freaked him the fuck out. By the time he reached the lobby level, Daryl felt the burn of his walk in his legs, and it was a welcome discomfort as he slowly made his way past the fucking creepy hotel workers. He stopped for a moment, watching them with narrowed eyes. Snorting, he shook his head. "Unbelievable. Hey, you!" He shouted at a male worker that passed by him, warily watching him as he turned around to look at him with a blank stare. "What the hell is goin' on here?" Daryl dared to step closer to the worker, a little unnerved by his constant blank stare and curious tilt of his head. "Man, forget it." He waved a hand angrily at him, and quickly turned on his heel to start walking again and he didn't stop until he'd stepped out of the lobby doors. Daryl narrowed his gaze against the sun, reaching down into the pocket of his jeans to pull out a crumpled pack of cigarettes along with a lighter. Pulling one from the pack, he put the filter in between his lips and lit it, inhaling deeply. Removing the cigarette from in between his lips, Daryl exhaled slowly, taking just a moment to enjoy the taste and the calm that came from smoking. |