Who:Jeremy and OTA Where: Hallways outside the cabins When: Unknown Warning: Possible mention of abuse Status: Open In progress Jeremy had been working at a diner in a small town outside of Phoenix Arizona when he noticed an envelope with his name on it as he cleared a table. Finding an envelope with his name on it was odd enough, but with his real name was just plain freaky. He'd been going by Jeff Green here, not Jeremy Greer. It had been over a year since he'd seen his name in writing and that had been his obituary. Seeing his name sent a wave of panic through him and he tried to casually look around to see if anyone was watching him. He simply pocketed the letter for when he was alone.
Calmly, he carted the tray of dirty dishes to the kitchen and quickly abandoned it onto the nearest counter. He rushed out the back door and ran until he was out of breath. If someone knew who and what he was he could be in danger. Once he felt safely alone he pulled out the envelope and opened it.
"What the fu..." before he finished that statement the bright sunlight around him dimmed and he looked up to find himself in a hotel like room. "shit."
Jeremy discarded the letter onto the bed and headed into the halls in search of answers.