[ Rick's got no problems admitting to himself that he's confused, but he's going to keep those thoughts to himself for the time being. All right, so now he's on a ship, which is definitely far removed from the last place he remembers being. And then there's the explanation about how he got here, followed by something about stopping on a planet.
It doesn't seem particularly relevant to him, this planet-side stop, but one thing he's figuring out is that he has no control here, at least as far as destinations go. If he did, he'd figure a way to get right back to where he came from, because this is no time to be stuck anywhere, not with the threat of Negan literally looming over him. But all of that being said, the first thing he has to do is assess the situation and figure out who around here he can actually trust.
And right now, that number is hovering right around zero. ]
Hey.
[ He looks up when he spots movement ahead of him and lurches into walking forward. ]
Hey, wait a second.
[ He comes up alongside them and gives them a quick glance to look for any signs of danger or dubious intent, because as far as he knows, he could be surrounded by people cut from the same cloth as the Saviors. But they look clean and relatively healthy, and there's no outward signs that point to the possibility that they might try doing him in. ]
Got a couple of questions, if you have time to answer them. I'm trying to find some people, some people that I was just with not that long ago.
[ What with the explanation he got, hes thinking those people aren't actually here, but he has to be completely sure. ]
Second thing is, I've got this gun here, but no bullets. Is there an armory or something around here?
[ If anything, this should say something about Rick's priorities: find the people he was with, make sure they're all right, if they're on the ship, then get to arming himself. After that, then he'll worry about things like finding a room and trying to settle in. If he can. ]
II. When I Shop (Sort Of)
[ This place is so fancy and just decorated like whoever put it together has money. It's nothing like Rick's seen before, but really, why would he? With walkers roaming everywhere, and desperate people running around and looting anything that hasn't already been picked up, most neighborhoods still standing are in varying states of disrepair.
Even the communities that groups of survivors have taken over don't look anything like this. It's so clean and organized that it looks almost foreign to Rick's eyes. He's standing in a corridor as if he's not sure where to turn, because honestly, he's not. This isn't really his thing, but oddly enough, what he's thinking is that if Lori were still here, she'd have a good time exploring the place.
His glance trails down to his hand where he's holding a card given to him. It's got money on it, as far as he can tell, and while he and Lori weren't really all that bad off, they never had a lot of excess funds. They managed, of course, and never wanted for anything before the world went to hell, but this is something completely different.
Too bad Rick isn't much into shopping. Wandering around and stretching his legs is one thing, which he's been doing, but shopping? Absolutely not something he's into. ]
One thing he is into, however, is food. Food is hit or miss, but he knows a thing or two about making do. But when he stumbles upon a food stall, his mouth falls open and he just stops to stare and blink a few times as if this is some figment of his imagination. ]
III. Beach
[ Rick forgoes the boardwalk and is right out on the sand near the water line. This is more his speed, not that wandering around the Collective was outright bad. It's just he's gotten used to being outside in fresh air, not in a place with recycled air being pumped around.
But it's also out here that the gravity of his situation back home and the reality of what's going on here (namely that he is apparently unable to return to what he knows) starts to sink in.
Most people who go to beaches are there to have a good time, but Rick is walking up and down the shoreline looking like someone who's lost. To bystanders or other observers, it must seem strange watching him stomp around, but he's not really thinking about that.
Finally when he's had enough of his pointless walking back and forth, he drops into a beach chair and sits there, watching beach-goers just traipsing by like they haven't got a care in the world. ]
IV. Wildcard
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Rick Grimes | The Walking Dead | OTA
[ Rick's got no problems admitting to himself that he's confused, but he's going to keep those thoughts to himself for the time being. All right, so now he's on a ship, which is definitely far removed from the last place he remembers being. And then there's the explanation about how he got here, followed by something about stopping on a planet.
It doesn't seem particularly relevant to him, this planet-side stop, but one thing he's figuring out is that he has no control here, at least as far as destinations go. If he did, he'd figure a way to get right back to where he came from, because this is no time to be stuck anywhere, not with the threat of Negan literally looming over him. But all of that being said, the first thing he has to do is assess the situation and figure out who around here he can actually trust.
And right now, that number is hovering right around zero. ]
Hey.
[ He looks up when he spots movement ahead of him and lurches into walking forward. ]
Hey, wait a second.
[ He comes up alongside them and gives them a quick glance to look for any signs of danger or dubious intent, because as far as he knows, he could be surrounded by people cut from the same cloth as the Saviors. But they look clean and relatively healthy, and there's no outward signs that point to the possibility that they might try doing him in. ]
Got a couple of questions, if you have time to answer them. I'm trying to find some people, some people that I was just with not that long ago.
[ What with the explanation he got, hes thinking those people aren't actually here, but he has to be completely sure. ]
Second thing is, I've got this gun here, but no bullets. Is there an armory or something around here?
[ If anything, this should say something about Rick's priorities: find the people he was with, make sure they're all right, if they're on the ship, then get to arming himself. After that, then he'll worry about things like finding a room and trying to settle in. If he can. ]
II. When I Shop (Sort Of)
[ This place is so fancy and just decorated like whoever put it together has money. It's nothing like Rick's seen before, but really, why would he? With walkers roaming everywhere, and desperate people running around and looting anything that hasn't already been picked up, most neighborhoods still standing are in varying states of disrepair.
Even the communities that groups of survivors have taken over don't look anything like this. It's so clean and organized that it looks almost foreign to Rick's eyes. He's standing in a corridor as if he's not sure where to turn, because honestly, he's not. This isn't really his thing, but oddly enough, what he's thinking is that if Lori were still here, she'd have a good time exploring the place.
His glance trails down to his hand where he's holding a card given to him. It's got money on it, as far as he can tell, and while he and Lori weren't really all that bad off, they never had a lot of excess funds. They managed, of course, and never wanted for anything before the world went to hell, but this is something completely different.
Too bad Rick isn't much into shopping. Wandering around and stretching his legs is one thing, which he's been doing, but shopping? Absolutely not something he's into. ]
One thing he is into, however, is food. Food is hit or miss, but he knows a thing or two about making do. But when he stumbles upon a food stall, his mouth falls open and he just stops to stare and blink a few times as if this is some figment of his imagination. ]
III. Beach
[ Rick forgoes the boardwalk and is right out on the sand near the water line. This is more his speed, not that wandering around the Collective was outright bad. It's just he's gotten used to being outside in fresh air, not in a place with recycled air being pumped around.
But it's also out here that the gravity of his situation back home and the reality of what's going on here (namely that he is apparently unable to return to what he knows) starts to sink in.
Most people who go to beaches are there to have a good time, but Rick is walking up and down the shoreline looking like someone who's lost. To bystanders or other observers, it must seem strange watching him stomp around, but he's not really thinking about that.
Finally when he's had enough of his pointless walking back and forth, he drops into a beach chair and sits there, watching beach-goers just traipsing by like they haven't got a care in the world. ]
IV. Wildcard
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