Who: Raylan and Caroline When: Backdated to a day or two after Raylan showed up. What: Making friends! Where: The park outside the hospital. Status: Closed; Incomplete
Raylan wandered through the town, curiously studying his crude little map and observing the area around him. He had been in an area where he'd grown up and was infinitely familiar and was now thrust into an area where, well, he didn't know where a damn thing was. Squinting up at the mid-day sun, the brunette wiped at his brow as he made his way back into the strange city. He had ventured far enough North to find a moderate forest - something he was rather familiar with - and decided to turn back before the day grew too long.
A man more used to action than not, finding himself surrounded by books had been more than a little odd. And while he had seen some strange things in his 30 odd years, this deserted city was quickly climbing to the top of the list. His hand dropped down to his belt, where his holster should have been, and he fingered the denim there as if he weren't quite whole without his sidearm. Thankfully, he still had his hat. A man was alright as long as he had his hat.
Replacing said hat back on his head, he spotted a shop that he didn't think he had investigated yet. Poking inside, he saw more signs of disuse as well as stacks of books...everywhere. Mixed in with the books were various cell phones, something else he couldn't quite explain, but this time picked one up that was similar to his own. Out of habit, he flipped it open and saw that it had numbers already listed in it. Including his information.
"Well, would you look at that," he murmured. His southern drawl seemed more apparent in the awkward silence and he pocketed the phone, turning to leave the odd little building. It wasn't long before he was back at a large building that he'd figured out was the hospital. There were signs of life here - lights and areas cleaned of debris and garbage. It was near there that he spotted an area that looked like a park. Intruigued, he headed in that direction and paused a bit when he saw the profile of a blonde woman.
A grin spread over his face; he couldn't help it, it tended to happen when he was in the presence of a pretty woman. Raylan adjusted his hat and set off in her general direction, thumbs tucked in the pocket of his jeans. The gray t-shirt he had on with it was form fitting and he'd left the red plaid shirt unbuttoned and untucked. He'd had a days worth of stubble, which wasn't too uncommon for him. He'd have to hunt up some sort of razor soon or else he'd wind up looking like one of those Hill folk. But for now, he fixed on a pleasant smile and made a beeline for the blonde.