owen flynn (takingaim) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2015-10-03 09:44:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | #day 002, marco, owen |
Who: Owen and Marco
When: Late afternoon
Where: The Study
Owen had spent the morning in town. Despite the computer's message that escape was impossible, he wasn't that keen to give up so easily. Owen had taken a hot shower before heading out, but his less than fresh clothes had given him the vague thought that if he couldn't find a way home, he should probably check the house for a laundry room.
At the break in the road leading away from the mansion, Owen took a right instead of the left that he and Cecilia had taken the day before. Owen wasn't terribly optimistic about where it led, and his gut turned out to be right when he came upon a collapsed bridge. He considered trying to cross anyway, but the whole scene in front of him seemed to scream inevitable death. So with a few choice curse words, Owen turned back to continue in the other direction. He passed the sign: Welcome to Scenic Mount Zenith! Pathway to the Heavens and tried to ignore the population number. 24.
In town, Owen made note of things he hadn't before when trying to find a way out. No cars. No street signs. By all accounts, Mount Zenith appeared to have been a legit town at some point. When, Owen had no idea. When he came upon the police station, Owen paused and then went inside. He didn't expect to find anyone, but maybe he was searching for something else. A gun, maybe. A taser. Something to protect himself. He found neither, despite opening as many desk drawers and doors as he could. In fact, there was really nothing but a Sheriff's badge. Owen nearly took it, but left it on the desk where he had found it.
After several hours of exploring, Owen reluctantly headed back to the mansion. He thought about his family back in Seattle. Would they know now that he was missing? Would they be looking for him? Given the estrangement between he and his mother and brother, Owen wasn't too sure. Sasha certainly wouldn't be trying to call.
Once inside the mansion again, Owen wasn't sure what to do. He didn't want to socialize, he didn't want to dick around on the useless computer. After leaving his jacket in the bedroom assigned to him - he hated to think of it as his bedroom, considering the circumstances - Owen returned to the first floor to find the kitchen. It was empty, thankfully, and Owen grabbed himself an apple, hating to take anything from the fuckers who had abducted him, but Owen was hungry after a long morning of walking and continued discouragement.
He took a bite of the fruit and left the kitchen, eventually coming upon the study, which was thankfully empty. Books lined the shelves, and while Owen wasn't much of a reader, he began to scan the titles anyway, eating his apple and wondering if there was anything there that might give some clue as to where he was, and why. Maybe a local book about Mount Zenith. Something.