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Who: Leonard Church and OTA
What: Church comes out of hiding.. well, sort of.
Where: The thrift shop
When: Day 15, 9:00 a.m.
Rating: R, always, for his mouth
Status: Active


After arriving in town, Church had successfully ditched one of the two people he’d landed here with just a few minutes after meeting him. But really, he should have stuck with Kirk. Because the woman he’d been stuck wandering around with the night before was annoying, bitchy, and a little touch insane. And she acted like she knew all there was to know about him. All in all, she was a pain in the ass. So he’d ditched her, as well. He didn’t know exactly what he was getting himself in to (or out of, rather) by leaving Tex behind the next morning as he’d gone out to explore the town, but he had left her. And throughout the course of the day (it certainly had been an odd day), he hadn’t found her again… so he’d gone back to sleep in one of the aisles of the thrift shop.

And that was where Leonard Church would wake up, after his second night in this new, strange place. The only people he’d run into had been the people he had met upon first arriving, because he’d made an effort to try to keep his head clear the day after… and really, he had the same intentions, today. He thought about going back out into the woods to look for a way out of this town. He couldn’t remember where he had been before this, and he had no idea where he was now, but he wasn’t all that interested in asking around for help, either.

So he hadn’t. He had gone back to the thrift store, which was oddly unoccupied, and had pulled off various clothing items and made a bed in the center aisle. He didn’t feel right without any light armor or weapons, but he also knew that he was more than capable of handling any physical confrontation that came his way.. Church knew what he was, after all. He didn’t need a short term memory to know that. So there hadn’t been too much apprehension about falling asleep in a foreign place (especially since he’d already been there a night), and when he woke up in the morning he pushed off the pile of jeans he’d been using to keep warm before getting up to his feet, lifting a hand to run through short hair as he looked around the shop. He really should think of finding something to eat.