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hellhouse2019-06-19 09:04 am
morethanbark) wrote in hellhouse2019-06-19 09:04 am
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WHO: Clegane and YOU
WHAT: exploring, adjusting. grumping at everyone and everything, probably.
WHEN: now?
WHERE: all over!
WARNINGS: Clegane uses really coarse language on a regular basis and doesn't know how social niceties work. or doesn't care, either one. if there's any kind of content that really bothers you let me know and I'll do my best to avoid it with your character!
The first day had been the worst, or so he'd figured. Strange place with a pair of strangers, vaguely eerie undertones, but no real threats per se. Empty ones, sure, but nothing particularly tangible. They'd found their way out to the house proper but hadn't been able to find a usable exit, and while it was clear enough then, it hadn't stopped Clegane from continuing to look. He'd eventually found clothes closer to his own, at least, loose shirt and trousers that fit well enough and boots instead of shoes that pinched his feet, and the means to resume some semblance of personal hygiene now he wasn't trekking across the world for months anymore, so he no longer felt like he had ash and smoke caked into his skin and his beard was trimmed back enough to itch and...okay. He could do this. He could figure this out.
He'd still feel better if he had a sword at hand, but he still had the knives from the table setting, so that would have to do for now. As ready as he was going to be, he set to better learning the layout of the house, making his way from one end to the other. None of the rooms ever seemed to stay in one place, doors opening into either a room he'd already been in or into a solid wall more often than he had any taste for, but he turned each room upside down as he entered it all the same, and when he found the front door he did his level best to try to knock it down, for as much luck as he had at it.
Which wasn't much, which was why anyone fortunate (or unfortunate) enough to find him there would come across a giant of a man seemingly having a shouting match-slash-brawl with the front door.
"Just open, you damn bastard!"
WHAT: exploring, adjusting. grumping at everyone and everything, probably.
WHEN: now?
WHERE: all over!
WARNINGS: Clegane uses really coarse language on a regular basis and doesn't know how social niceties work. or doesn't care, either one. if there's any kind of content that really bothers you let me know and I'll do my best to avoid it with your character!
The first day had been the worst, or so he'd figured. Strange place with a pair of strangers, vaguely eerie undertones, but no real threats per se. Empty ones, sure, but nothing particularly tangible. They'd found their way out to the house proper but hadn't been able to find a usable exit, and while it was clear enough then, it hadn't stopped Clegane from continuing to look. He'd eventually found clothes closer to his own, at least, loose shirt and trousers that fit well enough and boots instead of shoes that pinched his feet, and the means to resume some semblance of personal hygiene now he wasn't trekking across the world for months anymore, so he no longer felt like he had ash and smoke caked into his skin and his beard was trimmed back enough to itch and...okay. He could do this. He could figure this out.
He'd still feel better if he had a sword at hand, but he still had the knives from the table setting, so that would have to do for now. As ready as he was going to be, he set to better learning the layout of the house, making his way from one end to the other. None of the rooms ever seemed to stay in one place, doors opening into either a room he'd already been in or into a solid wall more often than he had any taste for, but he turned each room upside down as he entered it all the same, and when he found the front door he did his level best to try to knock it down, for as much luck as he had at it.
Which wasn't much, which was why anyone fortunate (or unfortunate) enough to find him there would come across a giant of a man seemingly having a shouting match-slash-brawl with the front door.
"Just open, you damn bastard!"