Connor MacManus (weneedrope) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-12-21 16:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | anya jenkins, connor macmanus |
Who: Connor and OTA
What: Less than pleasant wake up
When: Late afternoon
Where: Random side street in Lawrence
Rating: High (language)
Status: Incomplete
There was something wet and cold in his face.
Mind still buried in a sleepy haze, he muttered something unintelligible and covered his head with his arms. Little by little, awareness returned to him, enough to realize two things: one, it was fucking freezing and two, the motel bed hadn't been all down and fluff, but it was a hell of a lot softer than what he was currently laying on. He cracked open one eye blearily and then the other to find sky. What the fu-
The offending wet and cold object from before made a sudden return, accompanied by a loud snuffling sound in his ear. Connor jerked away and scrambled to his feet, only to have his left foot slide out from under him. He tried to keep his balance before gravity finally turned against him and his ass finally met freezing, wet concrete.
It was then he finally got a good look at his surroundings. Instead of the cheap motel room in Boston where he'd spent the night with his brother and father, he'd woken up on a bench in some unfamiliar, snowy town. In a t-shirt. Sitting beside the bench, tail wagging, a golden retriever watched him, head tilted quizzically. When it realized he wasn't going to move again - at least not yet - it trotted over and pushed its wet nose into his face again, sniffing.
"Down boy," Connor muttered, pushing the dog's head away. Climbing to his feet, he made a halfhearted attempted at brushing the snow off his jeans as he looked around. There was not a single landmark that looked remotely familiar.
"Where the fuck am I?"