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farsickness2020-02-09 07:04 pm
hearthunted) wrote in farsickness2020-02-09 07:04 pm
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WHO: Graham/The Huntsman & ota
WHEN: February 9th-12th
WHAT: Settling in
WHERE: Gazin
WARNINGS: mentions of death
[Arrival]
It feels like he's dying, because he is. He's sure of that much. And then, with barely a thought, he's not anymore. He's no longer in the darkened sheriff's office in Storybrooke but standing on some street in broad daylight. Not any street in Storybrooke, either. He knows them all. The only clue to his location is a sign that says "Gazin" with an arrow. But where is Gazin? How did he get here? And how does he know he's not dead...or about to be?
The only thing here at all is the sign, so he supposes there's nothing for it but to start walking in the direction it indicates. So he does. When he arrives in the town, he'll look a bit out of place in his modern clothes, the shirt with the sleeves rolled up, the vest and tie, the five-pointed sheriff's badge pinned to his vest. At least he's got practical shoes on.
[Around town]
It hadn't taken him long to slip back into the Huntsman part of him, now that he knows about it. Graham had been a fabrication, anyway. The person someone else wanted him to be. But now, somehow, he has control over himself again.
He's shed the modern clothes he'd been wearing when he arrived in favor of something more fitting to the place, and the title of Huntsman. He's got a bow and a quiver of arrows slung over his shoulder. He'll have to pay them off, but with his arrangement to provide meat for the butcher and the taverns, that's something he can manage.
In fact, it's to the tavern that he heads, after dropping off his kill for the day at the butcher. He'll have a pint and maybe something to eat before heading home.
WHEN: February 9th-12th
WHAT: Settling in
WHERE: Gazin
WARNINGS: mentions of death
[Arrival]
It feels like he's dying, because he is. He's sure of that much. And then, with barely a thought, he's not anymore. He's no longer in the darkened sheriff's office in Storybrooke but standing on some street in broad daylight. Not any street in Storybrooke, either. He knows them all. The only clue to his location is a sign that says "Gazin" with an arrow. But where is Gazin? How did he get here? And how does he know he's not dead...or about to be?
The only thing here at all is the sign, so he supposes there's nothing for it but to start walking in the direction it indicates. So he does. When he arrives in the town, he'll look a bit out of place in his modern clothes, the shirt with the sleeves rolled up, the vest and tie, the five-pointed sheriff's badge pinned to his vest. At least he's got practical shoes on.
[Around town]
It hadn't taken him long to slip back into the Huntsman part of him, now that he knows about it. Graham had been a fabrication, anyway. The person someone else wanted him to be. But now, somehow, he has control over himself again.
He's shed the modern clothes he'd been wearing when he arrived in favor of something more fitting to the place, and the title of Huntsman. He's got a bow and a quiver of arrows slung over his shoulder. He'll have to pay them off, but with his arrangement to provide meat for the butcher and the taverns, that's something he can manage.
In fact, it's to the tavern that he heads, after dropping off his kill for the day at the butcher. He'll have a pint and maybe something to eat before heading home.
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"At least I'm not the only one." And too his credit, he does look a little relieved.
"But I guess you've never been to this world before either, right?"
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"None of this is particularly helpful, is it."
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"I guess this means there aren't any shortcuts." His head tilts to one side.
"What's your name?"
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"I'm Graham."