Daryl Dixon [The Walking Dead] (tellthefrogs) wrote in walkingscenes, @ 2012-06-17 17:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | daryl dixon |
Who: Daryl Dixon and OPEN
What: Shortly after arrival
Where: At the elevators, which are NOT working.
When: Early afternoon
Warnings: Daryl has an attitude and a foul mouth, but I will update if it's anything more than language and irritability.
Daryl Dixon had half a mind to throw the fancy embroidered bag at the dick head at the counter. "Hoity toity bastard," Daryl grumbled the syllables accented by the thunk and thud of his boots on the shiny linoleum floor. Who the hell did he think he was, being all cryptic and shit, anyway? All that did was give Daryl a throbbing headache. "Notice there ain't no aspirin in your fancy little bag, ya prick."
Shaking his head, Daryl moved toward the elevators. He punched the button, and rocked back on his heels. The whole thing felt very surreal, like it wasn't happening, really, to him.
Just five minutes ago, he'd been heading back to the farm, after another wasted day looking for Sophia. Exhausted, he'd walked in the door, expecting to walk into Herchel Greene's kitchen. Instead he found himself in a hotel, and while Daryl hadn't been inside too many fancy hotels in his time, he knew ritzy when he saw it.
"The fucking hell?" he grumbled and pushed the elevator button again. The numbers above, want to indicate where the elevator car happened to be, were dark. Daryl rolled his head, cracked his neck. "You've got to be fucking kidding me? I ain't climbin' up no seven flights of goddamn stairs."
[OOC: Ramblin' Man, by The Allman Brothers]