[Alec is not expecting to wake up in a forest. Hell, he isn’t expecting to wake up at all, given that he and Max have just been exposed, caught up with the mass hysteria sweeping through the city and held hostage at Jam Pony. Although, he figures, he doesn’t know what Heaven (or any other form of afterlife) looks like; maybe the afterlife is supposed to be a forest, after all.
Regardless, there’s a sweeping fog lurking that makes Alec feel deeply uneasy, on top of the fact that the entire forest seems to be whited out with snow; he doesn’t know where he is, nothing about the landscape is familiar to him, and he seems to be alone, so far, from what he can gather. He winces, but decides to press forward.
No use giving into fear; no use winding up dead just from standing still.
There are many winding paths to choose from, but Alec doesn’t want to stray too close from the path that he’s currently on. He moves slowly, cautiously, keeping an eye and ear out for any kind of surprises. This kind of forest, with all this snow and fog? Looks like it should be full of them.
Except that, apparently, he chooses wrong; he marches on, teeth chattering and his arms wrapped tightly around himself, and then…]
Shit!
[Alec jumps back, having nearly walked right into what looks to be an endless abyss of a ravine. He keeps cursing as he backs up, angry at himself for being so stupidly caught up in his own thoughts so as to nearly get himself killed.]
ii. The End Approaches
[Alec doesn’t know what to make of this place, this Mathias. It seems to him like something out of a storybook, one of those old tales they use to scare children into behaving. All the chipped paint and fading signs remind him a bit of Terminal City, only…much more decrepit and skin-crawling, if he’s honest with himself.
The Bulletin Board seems ordinary enough, at first glance. Alec approaches, curious, and he reads the various messages that are pinned up in place. His eyes widen as he takes in what he sees.
Requests for supplies, requests for aid, notes about missing people, and notices about those recently deceased. Alec doesn’t read them all in depth, but he does skim the surface of most of them, trying to pick out a pattern or something connecting them all.
And then he gets to the creepy map of Mathias, the one with all the blood on it.
He stares, trying to make sense of it all. His unease increases, and, without thinking, he’s rubbing his shoulder, a way of trying to keep himself calm as he tries to make sense of it all.
‘He is coming,’ it says.]
Who is coming? Who is he? What the hell is with this town?
iii. Wildcard!
[Alec here is from the very end of the show, from the series finale of season 2. He also does look like bb!Dean Winchester, if your character would recognize him. If you’d like a different prompt or have a different idea, let me know either here via his journal or at afaeryschild.]
Alec McDowell | Dark Angel
[Alec is not expecting to wake up in a forest. Hell, he isn’t expecting to wake up at all, given that he and Max have just been exposed, caught up with the mass hysteria sweeping through the city and held hostage at Jam Pony. Although, he figures, he doesn’t know what Heaven (or any other form of afterlife) looks like; maybe the afterlife is supposed to be a forest, after all.
Regardless, there’s a sweeping fog lurking that makes Alec feel deeply uneasy, on top of the fact that the entire forest seems to be whited out with snow; he doesn’t know where he is, nothing about the landscape is familiar to him, and he seems to be alone, so far, from what he can gather. He winces, but decides to press forward.
No use giving into fear; no use winding up dead just from standing still.
There are many winding paths to choose from, but Alec doesn’t want to stray too close from the path that he’s currently on. He moves slowly, cautiously, keeping an eye and ear out for any kind of surprises. This kind of forest, with all this snow and fog? Looks like it should be full of them.
Except that, apparently, he chooses wrong; he marches on, teeth chattering and his arms wrapped tightly around himself, and then…]
Shit!
[Alec jumps back, having nearly walked right into what looks to be an endless abyss of a ravine. He keeps cursing as he backs up, angry at himself for being so stupidly caught up in his own thoughts so as to nearly get himself killed.]
ii. The End Approaches
[Alec doesn’t know what to make of this place, this Mathias. It seems to him like something out of a storybook, one of those old tales they use to scare children into behaving. All the chipped paint and fading signs remind him a bit of Terminal City, only…much more decrepit and skin-crawling, if he’s honest with himself.
The Bulletin Board seems ordinary enough, at first glance. Alec approaches, curious, and he reads the various messages that are pinned up in place. His eyes widen as he takes in what he sees.
Requests for supplies, requests for aid, notes about missing people, and notices about those recently deceased. Alec doesn’t read them all in depth, but he does skim the surface of most of them, trying to pick out a pattern or something connecting them all.
And then he gets to the creepy map of Mathias, the one with all the blood on it.
He stares, trying to make sense of it all. His unease increases, and, without thinking, he’s rubbing his shoulder, a way of trying to keep himself calm as he tries to make sense of it all.
‘He is coming,’ it says.]
Who is coming? Who is he? What the hell is with this town?
iii. Wildcard!
[Alec here is from the very end of the show, from the series finale of season 2. He also does look like bb!Dean Winchester, if your character would recognize him. If you’d like a different prompt or have a different idea, let me know either here via his journal or at