Hospital Shiba seems to be one of the rare few who finds enjoyment in his current predicament. He's strolling around rather confidently, nevermind that his ass is hanging out. He even tries to flirt with the nurses for information though with how busy they are, it doesn't work very well.
If he runs into anyone else, he'll be all smiles and even waves them over. "Hello there, could you spare a minute?"
Items reclaimed He stops at a store front with a reflective window so he can properly check out how he looks in his white button up, long black jacket, and black slacks. He likes what he sees and even turns around in a manner that results in the jacket fanning open around his legs. He takes in the cool air and exhales.
"Welcome to Wayward Pines, huh." he says out loud. He can feel it. That this isn't where he belongs. That he shouldn't even be alive at all. There was no accident. He remembers that much. Which makes all this all the more interesting. He slips his earphones on and turns the MD player on, smiling when he hears classical music stream through.
There is also something else. Something he's been meaning to try. He holds his right hand out, palm up, and after a moment of concentration, the tip of a large Swiss army knife can be seen protruding from his hand, floating upwards almost magically as it magically takes form. Once the knife is whole, it floats above his hand until he reaches up to grab it. There's no visible wound from where the knife exited and he's busy twirling the blade around in his hand.
Shiba | OTA
Shiba seems to be one of the rare few who finds enjoyment in his current predicament. He's strolling around rather confidently, nevermind that his ass is hanging out. He even tries to flirt with the nurses for information though with how busy they are, it doesn't work very well.
If he runs into anyone else, he'll be all smiles and even waves them over. "Hello there, could you spare a minute?"
Items reclaimed
He stops at a store front with a reflective window so he can properly check out how he looks in his white button up, long black jacket, and black slacks. He likes what he sees and even turns around in a manner that results in the jacket fanning open around his legs. He takes in the cool air and exhales.
"Welcome to Wayward Pines, huh." he says out loud. He can feel it. That this isn't where he belongs. That he shouldn't even be alive at all. There was no accident. He remembers that much. Which makes all this all the more interesting. He slips his earphones on and turns the MD player on, smiling when he hears classical music stream through.
There is also something else. Something he's been meaning to try. He holds his right hand out, palm up, and after a moment of concentration, the tip of a large Swiss army knife can be seen protruding from his hand, floating upwards almost magically as it magically takes form. Once the knife is whole, it floats above his hand until he reaches up to grab it. There's no visible wound from where the knife exited and he's busy twirling the blade around in his hand.
"Fantastic. ♥" he hums.