Chris was confused. Something about weapons and time travel. Like a bad TV show, except he couldn't turn it off.
The woman had talked too fast and the words on the tablet danced uncooperatively in front of his eyes. The harder he tried to read them, the more wildly they boogied and jived. Looking too long made him feel sick, and a short moment later he was sick in a nearby trashcan.
He had just killed a guy and seen another one die. He was carrying two duffel bags of stolen American cash and a rifle.
Remembering that made Chris sick again. There was nothing left in his gut at this point, so he retched and spat up whatever his body would provide.
"I-I just wanna go back. Take me back."
He paced back and forth for a while. Whimpered and cried to himself. Rubbed his cheeks and eyes raw with the hem of his sleeve.
Chris couldn't remember how he had gotten here.
Couldn't figure out the sequence.
[ Just a note that Chris is already being taken to the clinic by another character, but anything before that is fine and dandy! ]
Chris Pratt | The Lookout
The woman had talked too fast and the words on the tablet danced uncooperatively in front of his eyes. The harder he tried to read them, the more wildly they boogied and jived. Looking too long made him feel sick, and a short moment later he was sick in a nearby trashcan.
He had just killed a guy and seen another one die. He was carrying two duffel bags of stolen American cash and a rifle.
Remembering that made Chris sick again. There was nothing left in his gut at this point, so he retched and spat up whatever his body would provide.
"I-I just wanna go back. Take me back."
He paced back and forth for a while. Whimpered and cried to himself. Rubbed his cheeks and eyes raw with the hem of his sleeve.
Chris couldn't remember how he had gotten here.
Couldn't figure out the sequence.
[ Just a note that Chris is already being taken to the clinic by another character, but anything before that is fine and dandy! ]