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daryl. ([personal profile] vestigial) wrote in [community profile] cursedrp 2022-09-07 09:04 pm (UTC)

[ The receptionist must think they're here for some kind of nerd convention, to not be reacting to the way they look and to questions about bleeding on the door. Either that, or she's the world's most talented upcoming actress holding it together in the face of either being a hostage or in on some weird torture game. ]

Courtesy of 'the Mayor'? [ —a guess, to which the girl with the scrunchie confirms with an 'uh-huh' without looking up.

Daryl doesn't like that. But he doesn't like any of this, so. Big surprise. He flips the diamond-shape keychain over in his hand, and the little silver key jingles. Ordinary, like dozens of other motels he's stayed in, before and after. (No fancy hotel living in the apocalypse; electronic locks with keycards are miserable to work around without power. Shitty motels, meanwhile, are immortal.)

He moves away from the desk and towards a hallway going to the cafe before responding to Nancy. Uncertain if he wants anyone listening in, even though Scrunchie appears to be wholesale ignoring them. Then he shrugs. Everything's dangerous, life is fucked up that way. ]


Guess it'd look weirder if we ended up homeless. Think there are more people like us?

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