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pokebox2015-03-22 05:45 am
sadisticwarfare) wrote in pokebox2015-03-22 05:45 am
LOCKED TO nullorvoid
[How many people can say that they've woken up with no memories of who they are or what they've been through? Probably not very many, and he's one of the unlucky few. A lack of memories is only one concern, however; this place is foreign in every sense of the word and even though he's been here for a few days, he's still learning how to handle the environment he's been placed in. He knows that it's a bar and he understands that these games are played to determine what happens to a person's soul, but there are plenty of questions to be asked. He just hasn't had enough time to ask them all yet.
He thinks his name is Archer, but even that's not clear. There's a strange militaristic-looking uniform in the back of his closet, but it looks bulky and uncomfortable, so he hasn't tried it on. It had a tag on it with the name Archer, so that's what he's been calling himself. Not that anyone's asked, of course, but he supposes that's just how things work around here. He has a boss he works with daily, but he doesn't know the guy's name. There are some others he's seen around, but he doesn't know any of their names either, or who they are or why any of this is happening. He's kept quiet and observed everything, but things still aren't any clearer than they were when he woke up several days ago with no memories whatsoever.
This morning is no different from the previous ones. Archer gets up, gets dressed (the uniform he wears is simple: a black dress shirt and slacks, accompanied by a white tie) and spends a moment fixing his hair. He isn't sure why he always slicks his hair back, but this is what he's done since he woke up so perhaps it's some sort of remnant of who he was before whatever happened that caused him to lose his memories. For a moment he considers how pale he looks before shrugging it off as usual.
Archer is prompt as always, entering the bar and immediately looking around for anything out of place or in need of cleaning. He's not entirely sure how this place is always so neat, since he doubts his boss is the one keeping everything perfectly clean. The desire to make himself useful is one that's helpful in this situation, but it's a bit odd if he thinks about it. He doesn't even know the situation or why he's here, why should he want to help any of these people out? He doesn't allow himself to think about it, instead heading toward the bar to see if his boss is already here.]
He thinks his name is Archer, but even that's not clear. There's a strange militaristic-looking uniform in the back of his closet, but it looks bulky and uncomfortable, so he hasn't tried it on. It had a tag on it with the name Archer, so that's what he's been calling himself. Not that anyone's asked, of course, but he supposes that's just how things work around here. He has a boss he works with daily, but he doesn't know the guy's name. There are some others he's seen around, but he doesn't know any of their names either, or who they are or why any of this is happening. He's kept quiet and observed everything, but things still aren't any clearer than they were when he woke up several days ago with no memories whatsoever.
This morning is no different from the previous ones. Archer gets up, gets dressed (the uniform he wears is simple: a black dress shirt and slacks, accompanied by a white tie) and spends a moment fixing his hair. He isn't sure why he always slicks his hair back, but this is what he's done since he woke up so perhaps it's some sort of remnant of who he was before whatever happened that caused him to lose his memories. For a moment he considers how pale he looks before shrugging it off as usual.
Archer is prompt as always, entering the bar and immediately looking around for anything out of place or in need of cleaning. He's not entirely sure how this place is always so neat, since he doubts his boss is the one keeping everything perfectly clean. The desire to make himself useful is one that's helpful in this situation, but it's a bit odd if he thinks about it. He doesn't even know the situation or why he's here, why should he want to help any of these people out? He doesn't allow himself to think about it, instead heading toward the bar to see if his boss is already here.]