It's intensely strange to wake up with the sun on your face, the sounds of nature around you, when the last thing you remember was the hushed whispers of "family", doctors, and medical equipment. Remembering the moment your body had seized and decided it had been more than long enough. But as he moves to sit, his hand clutches at his chest and a clearly beating heart, chest rising and falling with breath. An odd hat that feels like an old friend but strange from the years of being without.
"Well, isn't that just bloody lovely." He huffs out, not seeming particularly fussed if anyone overhears him. Slowly he pushes himself to stand, immediately righting the hat and brushing any dirt or dust off of himself.
Despite being clearly older, he seems to be alert and on edge, almost as if he's expecting to be attacked at any moment. Perhaps it's best to introduce oneself before walking up to this stranger.
Waking up to a nightmare
Luckily, Speedwagon has never really slept all that hard or soundly. Old habits die hard, after all. Blood and the like never really bothered him all that much, such came with being part of a gang in his younger years and the things he'd seen throughout the rest of life.
What does get his attention is a man in black standing nearby, a large and heavy looking hammer held in gloved hands. Slowly the man moves closer, enough so that Speedwagon is immediately scrambling to his feet and grabbing his hat on the way out. If he's to survive this, he needs to get somewhere more favorable for him. He hasn't fought in quite some time, sure, but he knows that a bedroom is certainly the worst part of it.
Luckily he can maneuver his way around this man, only to be confronted with a black horse-looking creature with a torchlight for a head. The creature itself rearing back with a horrid sound that sounds like a mixture between a screech and whinny.
"Shit!" He hisses under his breath as he almost trips over a rock in the street, luckily righting himself and bolting for the more open pathways. He's certain not too far behind is a muffled human yell and the sound of beating hooves.
Wildcard
[Hit me up if you want something else or just throw something at me, I'm chill.]
(Old) Robert E. O. Speedwagon || JoJo's Bizarre Adventure || OTA
It's intensely strange to wake up with the sun on your face, the sounds of nature around you, when the last thing you remember was the hushed whispers of "family", doctors, and medical equipment. Remembering the moment your body had seized and decided it had been more than long enough. But as he moves to sit, his hand clutches at his chest and a clearly beating heart, chest rising and falling with breath. An odd hat that feels like an old friend but strange from the years of being without.
"Well, isn't that just bloody lovely." He huffs out, not seeming particularly fussed if anyone overhears him. Slowly he pushes himself to stand, immediately righting the hat and brushing any dirt or dust off of himself.
Despite being clearly older, he seems to be alert and on edge, almost as if he's expecting to be attacked at any moment. Perhaps it's best to introduce oneself before walking up to this stranger.
Waking up to a nightmare
Luckily, Speedwagon has never really slept all that hard or soundly. Old habits die hard, after all. Blood and the like never really bothered him all that much, such came with being part of a gang in his younger years and the things he'd seen throughout the rest of life.
What does get his attention is a man in black standing nearby, a large and heavy looking hammer held in gloved hands. Slowly the man moves closer, enough so that Speedwagon is immediately scrambling to his feet and grabbing his hat on the way out. If he's to survive this, he needs to get somewhere more favorable for him. He hasn't fought in quite some time, sure, but he knows that a bedroom is certainly the worst part of it.
Luckily he can maneuver his way around this man, only to be confronted with a black horse-looking creature with a torchlight for a head. The creature itself rearing back with a horrid sound that sounds like a mixture between a screech and whinny.
"Shit!" He hisses under his breath as he almost trips over a rock in the street, luckily righting himself and bolting for the more open pathways. He's certain not too far behind is a muffled human yell and the sound of beating hooves.
Wildcard
[Hit me up if you want something else or just throw something at me, I'm chill.]