Worick was leaned up against a wall inside the lobby of the apartment complex, cigarette lit and placed in-between index and forefinger. A drag every other minute or so, completely silent as he surveyed the coming and going's of each individual person or group. He wouldn't let it be known that he was making a literal mental note of who they were and that he would never forget them for the distant future, so to bystanders, he was just some older guy enjoying a cigarette break.
There were many faces in Haven. Even without his unique ability, Worick was assured that he could remember a majority of them off the back of his mind. They all seemed to belong in their own story, main characters in a way. Bearing a special aura as they walked around, confused as all hell just like he was. It was humorous to witness, yet sad at the same time.
It wasn't very hard for him to become accustomed to Haven's layout. Having been just a tad bit more beaten down than Ergastulum, this place was very identical to home. What threw him off, however, was the fact that most of the people passing through seemed to have made the most of their temporary (read: permanent) stay. Some were actually laughing with others as they were returning back to their apartment, gleeful over... something that was maybe best not knowing.
With the possibility, now, that everyone in Haven was psychotic and murderous, Worick was slightly fearful at the thought of being stabbed while sleeping by a tiny schoolgirl. That seedling of a thought was cast away as he kicked away from the wall and took another puff of his rolled-up tobacco.
" Shit. Time to figure out where all the fun's at, I s'ppose. "
someone was finishing this app at abnormal hours
Worick was leaned up against a wall inside the lobby of the apartment complex, cigarette lit and placed in-between index and forefinger. A drag every other minute or so, completely silent as he surveyed the coming and going's of each individual person or group. He wouldn't let it be known that he was making a literal mental note of who they were and that he would never forget them for the distant future, so to bystanders, he was just some older guy enjoying a cigarette break.
There were many faces in Haven. Even without his unique ability, Worick was assured that he could remember a majority of them off the back of his mind. They all seemed to belong in their own story, main characters in a way. Bearing a special aura as they walked around, confused as all hell just like he was. It was humorous to witness, yet sad at the same time.
It wasn't very hard for him to become accustomed to Haven's layout. Having been just a tad bit more beaten down than Ergastulum, this place was very identical to home. What threw him off, however, was the fact that most of the people passing through seemed to have made the most of their temporary (read: permanent) stay. Some were actually laughing with others as they were returning back to their apartment, gleeful over... something that was maybe best not knowing.
With the possibility, now, that everyone in Haven was psychotic and murderous, Worick was slightly fearful at the thought of being stabbed while sleeping by a tiny schoolgirl. That seedling of a thought was cast away as he kicked away from the wall and took another puff of his rolled-up tobacco.
" Shit. Time to figure out where all the fun's at, I s'ppose. "