WHO: Anthony Ceccoli. Narrative (unless someone wants to join!). WHAT: Being thoughtful. WHEN: Afternoon. WHERE: Lawrence, Kansas; outside of the apartment building. RATING: PG.
He had to admit: out of all the freaky weird crap that he had seen over the years, his most recent endeavor had easily topped the list. By trying to eliminate his presence within the Attic, Anthony Ceccoli had somehow managed to land himself in an alternate universe. Now, for a place that was as warped and crazy as the Dollhouse's most favorite life sentence had been, that probably would have been normal. Jumping from nightmare to nightmare was kind of like moving out of one universe into the other. Except, in this case, rather than landing in another messed up dream world, he was out in the real one. He had to be, didn't he? If their attempts at escape had failed, he would be dead. There was no coming back from the methods that he, Echo, and Priya had used to jump back out of the Attic. Whatever this pace was, it was real. It had taken him some time to reason that out, but now that he had finally managed to accept it he didn't exactly know where he was supposed to go next. The only thing that was keeping him in Lawrence right now was the free apartment space. Having somewhere to sleep was a good thing. Especially since (as he had checked), the funds that the Dollhouse had signed over to him and dumped into his bank account for the years of service he'd completed no longer existed. But that was because his bank account didn't exist. Nor did he, according to every source he had checked.
Weird.
Coming into a new world (seriously, how trippy was that?) was not easy. He was going to have to find a job. Figure out how to get by. It felt a lot like when the Dollhouse had set him back into the word - he was alone. He didn't know where to go. He didn't know what to do. At least back at the Dollhouse, he felt like maybe he had a purpose. There were people there that he cared about. Here? There was nothing. Nothing but crazy piled on top of crazy along with a side of extra crazy.
Frowning, Tony looked up. The bright rays of sunlight that crept out from the edge of the building he had been examining darted into his eyes, forcing him to squint. The apartment building seemed all right. He didn't really know anyone, but the people seemed decent. They didn't want to drain him of his memories and turn him into a doll or anything, so that had turned out to be a good start. Rubbing at the back of his head, he turned away from examining the building and dropped down onto the steps. Leaning forward, Tony ran a hand over his face and closed his eyes. Job. He had to find a job.