Anders! (ex_knickerwe541) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-08-15 12:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | anders, isabela, killian jones / captain hook |
Who: Anders and Isabela (Open to Hook)
What: Anders has arrived in Storybrooke, and visits a bar.
Where: The Hanged Man
When: Wednesday the 14th, evening
Rating: TBD. Low-high, depending on conversations (and if Anders drinks)
Status: In progress
Storybrooke, as Anders had discovered during a walk through town on the hunt for The Hanged Man, was not exactly the kind of place he'd seen himself ending up in his life. Never mind the fact the placed looked wholly alien to him, with it's strange buildings and equally as strange looking people, but the whole atmosphere of his reality was taking a considerable amount of adjusting to as well. Life had never been simple for Anders and, for as long as he could remember, he'd done his best to procure himself a better life. Now, after everything he'd done, with as hard as he'd fought to get away from the rudimentary chains of a life he believed none had deserved, Anders found himself lost in a bank of fog that seemed to show no end. Everything had been turned upside down on its head and even his own steps now felt like the weight of anvils on his ankles. This walk was going to take him much longer than it should have. In some small, truly minute, measure Anders was glad for this though. It gave him time to think, to build the walls of his personality back up. After all, so far, no one had mentioned Kirkwall at all, or the Chantry, or Justice, or even what he had done. Of course Anders knew. There was no way he couldn't, and, try as he might to swallow it down, there really was no escaping it. It had been his grand plan, though how any of it had made sense was nearly as lost to him as he felt in the streets of this new town. What had, once, all been so clear and forthright, was now nothing more but a serrated memory that continued to twist at his insides. He even had to take pause, bracing himself as the bar finally came into sight, and give himself a moment to get some kind of barring. Could he really just..hide it from them? Surely one of them had to know? Anders wondered, quite genuinely, just how well he could fake it should he find that an option? Could he really swallow all that down? Could he force himself not to remember just what he'd done, and the heavy cost of his own haunting desires? Could anyone? Pushing through the door, Anders let his eyes drift over the room, looking for signs of the familiar woman and her, oh so infamous, demeanor. Isabela had always been one of those people, able to be spotted in even the most crowded room (provided she wanted to be seen) but Anders was finding it difficult for himself to focus. His mind continued to drift, back and forth, through the annals of his past ten years, in a way that left him rather blind. Shaking his head Anders did the one thing he could think to do: He put on a rather thin smile, and called out his presence. "Hello?" |