ARRIVAL. [ he was supposed to wake the same place he fell asleep... waiting on the uncomfortable wooden bench of a picnic table near the docks. only when he opens his eyes he can already tell that something is wrong, because it's still dark and there's no sound of the ocean, and certainly no smell of it. no, he's inside somehow, and he has no clue how he got there. he doubts the crocodile has strung up another trick, so what on earth brought him here? the snow queen running around town probably has no business capturing pirates in cellars, and yet here he is.
his chest and lungs hurt a bit from the impact of landing, like he was dropped into the room like a toy thrown in a chest carelessly. he pushes himself up and tries to make sense of where he is. it seems modern (to him, but that doesn't say a lot) but it doesn't seem familiar. the darkness is oppressive in the little room he's awoken in but he can see light just under the door in front of him. he should have been more comfortable in the darkness, all villains should be, and yet he tried the handle to escape it anyway. not a terribly smart cage, considering the door is unlocked. the hallway is unremarkable, yet enticing compared to the dark and dank.
he walks straight into the suitcase in front of him, and eyes it warily. just because it wears his name doesn't make it trustworthy, yet he's not willing to muck around with it now. he reaches down to hook the handle and his hand thumps against the side instead. relearning how to function with two hands is harder than he imagined, but at least with the dangerous one occupied hopefully he'll manage to find his way out of whatever place he's found himself in.
only when he makes it down the stairs to see that he is far from the only one trapped, it might not be so easy to find an escape. people are shouting at the empty desk, milling through rooms, everyone seems aimless... and Hook, well, he has no idea where to start, but it's always wise to watch the group. maybe someone around knows more than he does. ]
LATER. [ he can't quite decide if this is a waking nightmare or some kind of curse. it doesn't make sense, any of it; and he's a man from a magical world, who has seen all manner of curses and spells in his very long centuries. there's got to be a way out, there simply has to be. even Neverland had an escape route, it was just incredibly hard to find. or handed out by the little devil running the show, and so far? no little devils to speak of. if there's somebody responsible for this mess in their midst, they are intentionally keeping themselves from being known.
in all too many ways, it just doesn't seem real. death is the one thing magic cannot reverse, isn't it? surely Zelena had broken the rules of magic but it isn't — can't be — possible.
he doesn't know what to make of this place yet, but ironically he's more dangerous with two hands than he ever was with a hook. at the moment he's in his room, intent on keeping his distance from the rest. it's for the best. there's not likely answers in his room or in his suitcase. he'll be searching for them anyway.
and, well, his door isn't locked... chances are good someone might open it, either on accident or on purpose. ]
captain hook — ota
[ he was supposed to wake the same place he fell asleep... waiting on the uncomfortable wooden bench of a picnic table near the docks. only when he opens his eyes he can already tell that something is wrong, because it's still dark and there's no sound of the ocean, and certainly no smell of it. no, he's inside somehow, and he has no clue how he got there. he doubts the crocodile has strung up another trick, so what on earth brought him here? the snow queen running around town probably has no business capturing pirates in cellars, and yet here he is.
his chest and lungs hurt a bit from the impact of landing, like he was dropped into the room like a toy thrown in a chest carelessly. he pushes himself up and tries to make sense of where he is. it seems modern (to him, but that doesn't say a lot) but it doesn't seem familiar. the darkness is oppressive in the little room he's awoken in but he can see light just under the door in front of him. he should have been more comfortable in the darkness, all villains should be, and yet he tried the handle to escape it anyway. not a terribly smart cage, considering the door is unlocked. the hallway is unremarkable, yet enticing compared to the dark and dank.
he walks straight into the suitcase in front of him, and eyes it warily. just because it wears his name doesn't make it trustworthy, yet he's not willing to muck around with it now. he reaches down to hook the handle and his hand thumps against the side instead. relearning how to function with two hands is harder than he imagined, but at least with the dangerous one occupied hopefully he'll manage to find his way out of whatever place he's found himself in.
only when he makes it down the stairs to see that he is far from the only one trapped, it might not be so easy to find an escape. people are shouting at the empty desk, milling through rooms, everyone seems aimless... and Hook, well, he has no idea where to start, but it's always wise to watch the group. maybe someone around knows more than he does. ]
LATER.
[ he can't quite decide if this is a waking nightmare or some kind of curse. it doesn't make sense, any of it; and he's a man from a magical world, who has seen all manner of curses and spells in his very long centuries. there's got to be a way out, there simply has to be. even Neverland had an escape route, it was just incredibly hard to find. or handed out by the little devil running the show, and so far? no little devils to speak of. if there's somebody responsible for this mess in their midst, they are intentionally keeping themselves from being known.
in all too many ways, it just doesn't seem real. death is the one thing magic cannot reverse, isn't it? surely Zelena had broken the rules of magic but it isn't — can't be — possible.
he doesn't know what to make of this place yet, but ironically he's more dangerous with two hands than he ever was with a hook. at the moment he's in his room, intent on keeping his distance from the rest. it's for the best. there's not likely answers in his room or in his suitcase. he'll be searching for them anyway.
and, well, his door isn't locked... chances are good someone might open it, either on accident or on purpose. ]