'Unhinged' might be better and for a terrifying, paralyzing moment he wonders if he's dead. If he wasn't fast enough. If Gipsy detonated around him and that was that. He doubted that he'd feel anything if that was that case - the explosion would be so big and so catastrophic it would probably be instant. He wouldn't have felt himself die.
That had to be it, then. There is literally no other explanation for what's happened to him and as he rubs his eyes and takes in his surroundings, he's even more certain. Dark room, hallway. Suitcase full of his own things. Precious things, too. Things that he would, if given an opportunity, take with him anywhere he went. Rain pounding down outside.
Odd. Not what he'd think to have in the afterlife, but he doubts he's the one in control, here.
Even so, Raleigh's not a religious man but he figured the after like would either be some kind of weird paradise with glowing angels singing or a fiery cesspit of misery.
This is neither. It's just...confusing.
He grips his suitcase handle (because after he investigated it's contents there's no fucking way that he's letting go of it) and drags it into the hall, looking around, heart fluttering in his chest.
The key in his hand has a number. Nothing else to do but check that out, really. ]
im so laaate! ota
[ 'Disoriented' isn't even the word.
'Unhinged' might be better and for a terrifying, paralyzing moment he wonders if he's dead. If he wasn't fast enough. If Gipsy detonated around him and that was that. He doubted that he'd feel anything if that was that case - the explosion would be so big and so catastrophic it would probably be instant. He wouldn't have felt himself die.
That had to be it, then. There is literally no other explanation for what's happened to him and as he rubs his eyes and takes in his surroundings, he's even more certain. Dark room, hallway. Suitcase full of his own things. Precious things, too. Things that he would, if given an opportunity, take with him anywhere he went. Rain pounding down outside.
Odd. Not what he'd think to have in the afterlife, but he doubts he's the one in control, here.
Even so, Raleigh's not a religious man but he figured the after like would either be some kind of weird paradise with glowing angels singing or a fiery cesspit of misery.
This is neither. It's just...confusing.
He grips his suitcase handle (because after he investigated it's contents there's no fucking way that he's letting go of it) and drags it into the hall, looking around, heart fluttering in his chest.
The key in his hand has a number. Nothing else to do but check that out, really. ]