[He can't remember anything, but for some reason, this feels familiar. Waking up somehwere he doesn't know, unsure of what'd happened before, his mind a fuzzy blur with a few memories solidifying into-
Huh. Well, this looks like... a hospital? A really bright hospital where everything seems really clean and strangely...
Strange. There's a feel of unease that settles in his gut, only made worse by the fact that there's nothing for him to compare to, no memories to match up the strange familiar feeling. But the one thing he does know is that he doesn't want to be here. He cooperates with the nurses, largely keeps quiet while he answers what questions he can for them and does what they tell him, and then he pretends to be asleep so that they'll leave him alone. Then he's going to make a break for it. This is not a place for him.
There's a glance down at his wounds, and the numerous scars and marks from old wounds. There's some very careful adjustments, a little bit of shuffling around, and then he's slipping out of the bed, careful that his legs can hold up his body. He's big, but pretty quiet and good at fading into the background. He's hopeful that he'll make it out and to
To somewhere else. That's all he knows. Somewhere else. He just wants to be somewhere else.]
heading outside
[ When he does get out there, with clothes and all, he decides to take some time to walk around, see what this place is like. See if he can find... her. The woman from his memory. Or maybe the sister he remembers. Ursula. The hands in that memory are so much smaller than his now, he knows it has to have been years ago, but he'd sold himself for her medicine, so he has to hope that she's alive, that it'd worked. Ursula or... blonde hair. Her. He can remember her arms around him and how good it had felt. And now that he's here, alone, and confused, he's hoping he can find her again. Maybe she has the answers he needs. Hopefully, someone does. ]
items reclaimed
[ When he gets to the sheriff's station, he's happy to get his bed roll and the other supplies, especially his uniform and his hat; it'll be cold without them, after all. Of course, he's been given a house key but for some fuzzy reason that doesn't seem right. He can't see himself with a house and when he thinks of sleeping, it mostly involves squeezing the bedroll in one arm. The only thing that makes him hesitate is the lantern, and a part of him wants to tell the sheriff to keep it with the other things he sort of half remembers he should have, the things that go in the holsters that are part of his uniform.
Almost. But there are some things about this place that go up his spine, things that just seem wrong for reasons he can't figure out, and that's why he takes the lantern and puts it on the notch on his belt that looks like it was made for just that thing. He knows what the lantern can do, at least... somewhat. He knows he doesn't want to turn it on. So when he leaves the sheriff's offices, he makes his way towards main street first to see what's there before he heads for his new 'home'. After all, if he's been in the hospital, he's going to need a few supplies, isn't he? That makes sense... he thinks it makes sense, anyway... ]
Randel Oland ✄ Various Locations ✄ OPEN
Huh. Well, this looks like... a hospital? A really bright hospital where everything seems really clean and strangely...
Strange. There's a feel of unease that settles in his gut, only made worse by the fact that there's nothing for him to compare to, no memories to match up the strange familiar feeling. But the one thing he does know is that he doesn't want to be here. He cooperates with the nurses, largely keeps quiet while he answers what questions he can for them and does what they tell him, and then he pretends to be asleep so that they'll leave him alone. Then he's going to make a break for it. This is not a place for him.
There's a glance down at his wounds, and the numerous scars and marks from old wounds. There's some very careful adjustments, a little bit of shuffling around, and then he's slipping out of the bed, careful that his legs can hold up his body. He's big, but pretty quiet and good at fading into the background. He's hopeful that he'll make it out and to
To somewhere else. That's all he knows. Somewhere else. He just wants to be somewhere else.]
Almost. But there are some things about this place that go up his spine, things that just seem wrong for reasons he can't figure out, and that's why he takes the lantern and puts it on the notch on his belt that looks like it was made for just that thing. He knows what the lantern can do, at least... somewhat. He knows he doesn't want to turn it on. So when he leaves the sheriff's offices, he makes his way towards main street first to see what's there before he heads for his new 'home'. After all, if he's been in the hospital, he's going to need a few supplies, isn't he? That makes sense... he thinks it makes sense, anyway... ]