[This isn't Purgatory. This isn't anywhere he finds especially familiar at all, as a matter of fact. More than that, he is still alive, somehow, and not back burning in Hell. You would think all of this knowledge would be more than enough to soothe his nerves.
You would think.
But then he starts noticing tiny little things in his new home shifting around where he knows for certain he didn't put them, then the posts of his bed seem to have bites taken out of them. Unless he's doing something rather interesting in his sleep or this place has some very interesting rodents, he's not sure what's going on. Fingers brush the marks as he tilts his head to the side.]
Interesting...
[It's when he sees that odd stain on his wall that Bobo decides he's in need of fresh air, too unnerved to linger around and gaze into it much longer. A walk around Deerington will clear his head, help him be better acquainted with his curious circumstances.
He's just about to grab something off a shelf in a shop when he's rather sure he saw someone crawl by. It's enough to have him pausing mid-gesture, fingers wrapped loosely around the product as he leans back to try to get a better look.]
Did you just see that?
[He asks the person closest to him, although his eyes barely break away from where he's certain the skittering happened.]
Wash Away the Madness, Purge the Sin
[He vaguely remembers his reflection in a window, moving the opposite direction. He remembers reaching out... and now he's in a hospital room apparently. Clad in white, a bracelet strapped to his wrist. Bobo spends time inspecting it with curiosity, a sinking feeling in the pit of his gut. Ending up a lab rat isn't a comforting thought, not after the close call back home, not in an entirely strange place after the welcome he's had.]
Are you awake?
[He starts when he notices he's hardly alone in this room. He's not sure if it bodes well or not, in truth.]
Can you tell me what sort of bullshit is happening to us?
Wildcard
[If there's anything else you'd like to do, please hit me up or drop a prompt here! Bobo is just post his first death!]
Bobo Del Rey | Wynonna Earp
[This isn't Purgatory. This isn't anywhere he finds especially familiar at all, as a matter of fact. More than that, he is still alive, somehow, and not back burning in Hell. You would think all of this knowledge would be more than enough to soothe his nerves.
You would think.
But then he starts noticing tiny little things in his new home shifting around where he knows for certain he didn't put them, then the posts of his bed seem to have bites taken out of them. Unless he's doing something rather interesting in his sleep or this place has some very interesting rodents, he's not sure what's going on. Fingers brush the marks as he tilts his head to the side.]
Interesting...
[It's when he sees that odd stain on his wall that Bobo decides he's in need of fresh air, too unnerved to linger around and gaze into it much longer. A walk around Deerington will clear his head, help him be better acquainted with his curious circumstances.
He's just about to grab something off a shelf in a shop when he's rather sure he saw someone crawl by. It's enough to have him pausing mid-gesture, fingers wrapped loosely around the product as he leans back to try to get a better look.]
Did you just see that?
[He asks the person closest to him, although his eyes barely break away from where he's certain the skittering happened.]
Wash Away the Madness, Purge the Sin
[He vaguely remembers his reflection in a window, moving the opposite direction. He remembers reaching out... and now he's in a hospital room apparently. Clad in white, a bracelet strapped to his wrist. Bobo spends time inspecting it with curiosity, a sinking feeling in the pit of his gut. Ending up a lab rat isn't a comforting thought, not after the close call back home, not in an entirely strange place after the welcome he's had.]
Are you awake?
[He starts when he notices he's hardly alone in this room. He's not sure if it bodes well or not, in truth.]
Can you tell me what sort of bullshit is happening to us?
Wildcard
[If there's anything else you'd like to do, please hit me up or drop a prompt here! Bobo is just post his first death!]