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nexus_crossings2016-12-30 09:52 pm
makeachoice) wrote in nexus_crossings2016-12-30 09:52 pm
back and better than ever
An eye cracks open, the other soon following, vision bleary as it adjusts. Chris is met by a pale sky, and the raising fog of his own breath as he exhales. Snow descends slowly and gently, but it comes down in bunches like frozen cotton balls, and they cover his face and his glasses like cold, haphazard kisses. His palms are flat against the ground, chilled by the layer of snow he's laying on top of, and his clothing, a casual sweater and jeans, are not fairing too well as what melts beneath him begins to seep in.
He sits up with a look of a vague confusion, his brow knit and his mouth curved into a pout. But realization soon sweeps over his expression after a quick inspection of the area with a couple turns of his head. Mismatched furniture left out into the open? That is much too coincidental for this to not be the Nexus, really. So, with eased resignation, he figures that the Nexus is exactly where he must be.
Most ungracefully, he stands, hands swatting at the snow clinging to himself as he moves to his feat. With hunched shoulders, he draws in on himself for warmth, and his hands clasp and rub together.
Now what? There are questions to answer, he thinks. He had once stumbled into this place, and then, recently, somehow, he had accidentally and unintentionally stumbled out. And now, here he is again.
"Is there, like, a guidebook to these doors or gateways or whatever..?" He half mumbles, mostly to himself. Of course there isn't. Some people are lucky and can easily come in and out as they please. Some are stuck here forever. Or they visit once, and then they leave, and they stay gone. Or, like Chris, they trip in and out of the place.
Okay.
Priorities.
Those questions can be asked later. Or ignored. It doesn't matter right now.
He has some people to find.
[ ooc; oh my. it really has been awhile, hasn't it? to the new, hi, i'm linds, i play chris from until dawn. to the old, hello, i've missed you all dearly. familiar and unfamiliar faces are both welcome to chat or pester this nerd. somebody please give the guy some mittens. thanks ♥ ]
He sits up with a look of a vague confusion, his brow knit and his mouth curved into a pout. But realization soon sweeps over his expression after a quick inspection of the area with a couple turns of his head. Mismatched furniture left out into the open? That is much too coincidental for this to not be the Nexus, really. So, with eased resignation, he figures that the Nexus is exactly where he must be.
Most ungracefully, he stands, hands swatting at the snow clinging to himself as he moves to his feat. With hunched shoulders, he draws in on himself for warmth, and his hands clasp and rub together.
Now what? There are questions to answer, he thinks. He had once stumbled into this place, and then, recently, somehow, he had accidentally and unintentionally stumbled out. And now, here he is again.
"Is there, like, a guidebook to these doors or gateways or whatever..?" He half mumbles, mostly to himself. Of course there isn't. Some people are lucky and can easily come in and out as they please. Some are stuck here forever. Or they visit once, and then they leave, and they stay gone. Or, like Chris, they trip in and out of the place.
Okay.
Priorities.
Those questions can be asked later. Or ignored. It doesn't matter right now.
He has some people to find.
[ ooc; oh my. it really has been awhile, hasn't it? to the new, hi, i'm linds, i play chris from until dawn. to the old, hello, i've missed you all dearly. familiar and unfamiliar faces are both welcome to chat or pester this nerd. somebody please give the guy some mittens. thanks ♥ ]
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"Seriously. Someone should, like, write one or something." Or develop a nifty app for figuring it out, like a gps...for portals to your home.
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Steve does his best to brush the snow from the young man's shoulders and pulls off his knit hat to hand over. His hair is close to Chris's in color, and even in his winter clothes it's clear this guy is lucky if he's a hundred pounds soaking wet. Or, frozen solid given the weather.
"You don't seem to be troubled....have you been here before?"
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Anyways.
Chris is glad to have run into a friendly face. Most people in the Nexus are just that, thankfully. But the trouble makers happen to cause a great deal of it, so he'll consider himself lucky right now, especially as the smaller man offers up his hat.
"I'm pretty familiar with the place."
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Steve shakes his head and hunches up his shoulders to better protect his now exposed ears from the wind that gusts through the plaza. Seriously, Reynard. Steve has no proof that the winter spirit is meddling with the weather, but it's not going to stop him form casually blaming him either. He remembers what a hassle it was last winter.
"Sorry, almost forgot." He removes a mittened hand from his pocket and holds it out. "I'm Steve Rogers, by the way. It's a pleasure. Be more of one if we got out of the wind though."