James Moriarty (consolcrim) wrote in westviewic, @ 2024-04-15 09:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! choose your own plot, !log, !open, james moriarty (consolcrim) |
He was all out of sorts. According to what he had picked up from the quarreling men, he fell down the stairs and wasn't a woman anymore? The second part didn't quite make sense but the first... Well, it explained the throbbing in his head that hadn't gone away still. But he didn't remember anything. Which was the source of all the bickering and he needed to get away. He'd slipped out the door, creeping out after they'd taken him to get checked at the hospital and had come home. If this even was home. He was taking everything that they were saying and assuming it was true. They'd told him his name was Jim but that hadn't felt right. They said he worked at the museum and that they were trapped in this place in America in New Jersey called Westview. They also explained that he needed to be cautious without much other explanation on that front. Trying his hardest to think through the throbbing pain, he squeezed his eyes shut and sat down by the door. "Jim," he tried. "Jim." It just didn't...feel right. He sighed, emotions welling up and grasping at his throat as he brought his knees up and leaned his forehead against them. |