[Eric hadn't expected to find himself waking up strapped into a vessel of some kind, especially not when he couldn't even remember having boarded the damn thing. All he knew was that his senses were wrought with panic and unfamiliarity and he was rather sturdily and painfully secured against a wall. Oh... and there was death on the air.
For a moment he thought he'd been in a car crash which would really make the most sense, but even that seems quite hazy. All he knows is that he needs to get out of this seat now regardless of his limited knowledge of what was going on.
In the dim light he tries to take everything in, locating the buckle for his seatbelt and releasing the mechanism, its at this stage he realizes that he's actually surrounded by other people, taking in their waves of confusion and realizing that he's not alone in all of this. He spots backpacks under most of the seats and reaches below his own, snagging the strap of it and hauling it up over a shoulder before making his way to the door, the only source of natural light. He turns to a stranger seated near the door, clearing his throat.]
Are you coming? I don't feel that we should remain in here for too long... [Which was Eric's way of saying: I don't trust the metallic coffin please come with me, I don't want to be alone.]
Eric Dufosset | Original - so late
For a moment he thought he'd been in a car crash which would really make the most sense, but even that seems quite hazy. All he knows is that he needs to get out of this seat now regardless of his limited knowledge of what was going on.
In the dim light he tries to take everything in, locating the buckle for his seatbelt and releasing the mechanism, its at this stage he realizes that he's actually surrounded by other people, taking in their waves of confusion and realizing that he's not alone in all of this. He spots backpacks under most of the seats and reaches below his own, snagging the strap of it and hauling it up over a shoulder before making his way to the door, the only source of natural light. He turns to a stranger seated near the door, clearing his throat.]
Are you coming? I don't feel that we should remain in here for too long... [Which was Eric's way of saying: I don't trust the metallic coffin please come with me, I don't want to be alone.]