[The tavern felt nice and familiar to Darin though, much like everyone else that arrived here, he had no idea why. He must have enjoyed a nice drink wherever he was from...or maybe it was the social atmosphere. The music, the dancing, the loud conversations...it just evoked a sense of belonging that Darin seemed to vibe with him.]
[Without much hesitation and clad in some worn jeans, leather boots, and a black vest over a white, button down shirt, Darin makes his way over to the bar.]
Barkeep! Lemme have a beer!
[He settles in and leans against the bar, surveying the crowd, and once the foaming mug clanks nearby, he takes a nice, long drink. He downs it without much trouble and tells the barkeep to keep them coming.]
[To anyone watching this blue-haired man, he's all smiles and easily approachable. He has no issues making small talk and knocks back drink after drink without any trouble.]
[It's only around maybe the tenth or so beer that he seems to realize something and leans over to the person next to him to confirm.]
So, uh...hey. Random question. How many of these have I had? ...Okay, wait, I know how that sounds but I'm pretty sure I'm not drunk.
...Wait, okay I know that sounds like something any drunk would say but I'm not! I don't think I can get drunk!!
-SAND TRAP-
[Yeah, so this might as well happen. He doesn't know how he got here, and now he's stuck in a death trap. Honestly, if he had any inkling as to who he was prior to this, he might wonder if maybe this is just his luck. And for someone with sand pouring down on his head, he doesn't seem to be panicking much.]
So, I imagine you don't come here very often. Or, at least I hope you don't. Let's see if we can—PFT!! BLECH! AGH!! DAMMIT!!
[Yeah, the moron just looked up and got a face full of sand.]
WHO THE HELL MAKES A ROOM LIKE THIS?!
-MEMORIES OF THE LIVING-
[Nope. Nope nope nope. NOPE. Darin did not like this. He did not like this one bit. The atmosphere> The endless cemetery with no exit in sight? The feeling of being watched? He could feel his anxiety dialed up to eleven and every shadow was subconsciously given a decidedly human form. One that flitted in and out of his periphery just enough to send him into a mild panic. He jumps every few minutes, literally scaring himself.]
Good. Great. Apparently I have an overactive imagination. Sure do love finding out these things in the worst place possible. You know what would have been good to remember? Something to ward off gh—
[All this focusing on griping and complaining and Darin completely failed to notice the person he just tripped over. But if there was anything in the graveyard other than the two of them, it would instantly know where they are the way Darin is screaming. He dives behind a headstone; almost going through it and hides.]
I'M SORRY!! I'M SORRY!! I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M HERE JUST TELL ME WHERE THE EXIT IS UNLESS THE EXIT IS HELL IN WHICH CASE CAN WE MAYBE GET A SECOND OPINION?!
Darin Altway | Original Character
[The tavern felt nice and familiar to Darin though, much like everyone else that arrived here, he had no idea why. He must have enjoyed a nice drink wherever he was from...or maybe it was the social atmosphere. The music, the dancing, the loud conversations...it just evoked a sense of belonging that Darin seemed to vibe with him.]
[Without much hesitation and clad in some worn jeans, leather boots, and a black vest over a white, button down shirt, Darin makes his way over to the bar.]
Barkeep! Lemme have a beer!
[He settles in and leans against the bar, surveying the crowd, and once the foaming mug clanks nearby, he takes a nice, long drink. He downs it without much trouble and tells the barkeep to keep them coming.]
[To anyone watching this blue-haired man, he's all smiles and easily approachable. He has no issues making small talk and knocks back drink after drink without any trouble.]
[It's only around maybe the tenth or so beer that he seems to realize something and leans over to the person next to him to confirm.]
So, uh...hey. Random question. How many of these have I had? ...Okay, wait, I know how that sounds but I'm pretty sure I'm not drunk.
...Wait, okay I know that sounds like something any drunk would say but I'm not! I don't think I can get drunk!!
-SAND TRAP-
[Yeah, so this might as well happen. He doesn't know how he got here, and now he's stuck in a death trap. Honestly, if he had any inkling as to who he was prior to this, he might wonder if maybe this is just his luck. And for someone with sand pouring down on his head, he doesn't seem to be panicking much.]
So, I imagine you don't come here very often. Or, at least I hope you don't. Let's see if we can—PFT!! BLECH! AGH!! DAMMIT!!
[Yeah, the moron just looked up and got a face full of sand.]
WHO THE HELL MAKES A ROOM LIKE THIS?!
-MEMORIES OF THE LIVING-
[Nope. Nope nope nope. NOPE. Darin did not like this. He did not like this one bit. The atmosphere> The endless cemetery with no exit in sight? The feeling of being watched? He could feel his anxiety dialed up to eleven and every shadow was subconsciously given a decidedly human form. One that flitted in and out of his periphery just enough to send him into a mild panic. He jumps every few minutes, literally scaring himself.]
Good. Great. Apparently I have an overactive imagination. Sure do love finding out these things in the worst place possible. You know what would have been good to remember? Something to ward off gh—
[All this focusing on griping and complaining and Darin completely failed to notice the person he just tripped over. But if there was anything in the graveyard other than the two of them, it would instantly know where they are the way Darin is screaming. He dives behind a headstone; almost going through it and hides.]
I'M SORRY!! I'M SORRY!! I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M HERE JUST TELL ME WHERE THE EXIT IS UNLESS THE EXIT IS HELL IN WHICH CASE CAN WE MAYBE GET A SECOND OPINION?!
[Ayup.]