[Against his better judgment, he'd entered the game again. He had to admit, this was nothing like his rather dour expectations. His clothing was intact, for one. Stars and all. At least if he was going to get eaten by any giant creatures, he wouldn't be mostly naked for the experience. That was a plus.
He had his chair with him this time, he supposed because he'd managed to acquire one since settling in at Cerealia. Given the general disrepair of the building, he was honestly relieved not to be crawling around in it. The whole setting had him on edge, like a menacing aura he just couldn't place. Probably due, in large part, to his last experience in a hospital.
Johnny gave an involuntary shudder before spinning his wheels down the eerie hallway. The first door he came to was unlocked and at least dimly lit, so he continued through it. While nothing jumped out at him, he was no less uncomfortable as he glanced around the room. There were black bags, countless numbers of them. It almost looked like a ship's storage hull, but why on earth would a hospital have so many large-
Oh.
Johnny swallowed a bit roughly as he made the connection. These were probably bodies. He couldn't think of any other supplies that they'd need such storage for, but passing them along like a bunch of damaged goods made his stomach feel weak. He leaned down to the nearest one, marked with a paper near one end. His eyes skimmed little more than the name before he recoiled and dropped the tag.
Nicholas Joestar.
It wasn't that he hadn't accepted his brother's death, it was just- why did this place have to keep reminding him? It was years ago, but it hurt like a fresh wound. His breath caught in his throat as approached the bag. He wasn't sure if it was morbid curiosity that drove him or just the need to confirm it with his own eyes, but he slowly unzipped the black bag, releasing his hold on it as soon as he uncovered his brother's face.
For a minute, he couldn't breathe. Nicholas. And then it was gone. Replaced with a stranger's face and Johnny was scrambling for the little tag again. The name was unfamiliar, cause of death, something meaningless. Was his mind playing tricks? His guilty conscience tearing at him again? Or Cerealia's twisted need to show him his past?
He zipped the man back up and continued on, not sure what exactly drove him to keep looking over the bags and tags. Most of the names meant nothing, but every once in a while-
Name of Deceased: Diego Brando Age: 20 Sex: Reptile Cause of Death: Love Train
What the hell? What would happen if he opened it? Would that really be Diego's face, Diego's body inside? This one bothered him slightly less, but as he opened the bag, the features were unmistakably Diego's. His lip curled a little and he shook his head, but just as quickly, the face was someone else's. Blond, but not the same structure, like a worn out copy of something that might have once resembled the jockey.
He made his way deeper into the room, nothing catching his eye until-
Name of Deceased: Julius Caesar Zeppeli Age: 24 Sex: Yes please Cause of Death: Broken Heart
Johnny stared at it in silence. Zeppeli wasn't exactly a typical name, but Julius Caesar? Like that play? Ridiculous. He was kind of curious to see if the guy had any passing resemblance to Gyro- if it was one of his kin, he'd probably want to know, he reasoned. Judging by the tag they were pretty close in age. He'd just made up his mind to open it when he heard a rustling sound. The faint moving of cloth in a room full of dead bodies. Well shit.]
Who's there?
[Julius Caesar forgotten for the moment, he headed toward the source of the noise. Having a corpse crawling around inside of you didn't make the idea of them moving around outside any more appealing.]
If there's someone here, you better damn well show yourself.
[ooc: I'm SO SORRY for the tldr; this setting was just too perfect. orz]
Phase I!
He had his chair with him this time, he supposed because he'd managed to acquire one since settling in at Cerealia. Given the general disrepair of the building, he was honestly relieved not to be crawling around in it. The whole setting had him on edge, like a menacing aura he just couldn't place. Probably due, in large part, to his last experience in a hospital.
Johnny gave an involuntary shudder before spinning his wheels down the eerie hallway. The first door he came to was unlocked and at least dimly lit, so he continued through it. While nothing jumped out at him, he was no less uncomfortable as he glanced around the room. There were black bags, countless numbers of them. It almost looked like a ship's storage hull, but why on earth would a hospital have so many large-
Oh.
Johnny swallowed a bit roughly as he made the connection. These were probably bodies. He couldn't think of any other supplies that they'd need such storage for, but passing them along like a bunch of damaged goods made his stomach feel weak. He leaned down to the nearest one, marked with a paper near one end. His eyes skimmed little more than the name before he recoiled and dropped the tag.
Nicholas Joestar.
It wasn't that he hadn't accepted his brother's death, it was just- why did this place have to keep reminding him? It was years ago, but it hurt like a fresh wound. His breath caught in his throat as approached the bag. He wasn't sure if it was morbid curiosity that drove him or just the need to confirm it with his own eyes, but he slowly unzipped the black bag, releasing his hold on it as soon as he uncovered his brother's face.
For a minute, he couldn't breathe. Nicholas. And then it was gone. Replaced with a stranger's face and Johnny was scrambling for the little tag again. The name was unfamiliar, cause of death, something meaningless. Was his mind playing tricks? His guilty conscience tearing at him again? Or Cerealia's twisted need to show him his past?
He zipped the man back up and continued on, not sure what exactly drove him to keep looking over the bags and tags. Most of the names meant nothing, but every once in a while-
Name of Deceased: Diego Brando
Age: 20
Sex: Reptile
Cause of Death: Love Train
What the hell? What would happen if he opened it? Would that really be Diego's face, Diego's body inside? This one bothered him slightly less, but as he opened the bag, the features were unmistakably Diego's. His lip curled a little and he shook his head, but just as quickly, the face was someone else's. Blond, but not the same structure, like a worn out copy of something that might have once resembled the jockey.
He made his way deeper into the room, nothing catching his eye until-
Name of Deceased: Julius Caesar Zeppeli
Age: 24
Sex: Yes please
Cause of Death: Broken Heart
Johnny stared at it in silence. Zeppeli wasn't exactly a typical name, but Julius Caesar? Like that play? Ridiculous. He was kind of curious to see if the guy had any passing resemblance to Gyro- if it was one of his kin, he'd probably want to know, he reasoned. Judging by the tag they were pretty close in age. He'd just made up his mind to open it when he heard a rustling sound. The faint moving of cloth in a room full of dead bodies. Well shit.]
Who's there?
[Julius Caesar forgotten for the moment, he headed toward the source of the noise. Having a corpse crawling around inside of you didn't make the idea of them moving around outside any more appealing.]
If there's someone here, you better damn well show yourself.
[ooc: I'm SO SORRY for the tldr; this setting was just too perfect. orz]