After the mess with the moon - honestly, Carl didn't want to go to any more Swear-Ins after that - but with the other nonsense that involve nightmares, he decided to hell with it. If it looked funny, he can just leave. However, it looked like this Swear-In is another trip involved, which was unfortunate to Carl. It's not like he can drive back when he had enough, or he can ask for a ride from Negan. Negan's gone, presumably back to the hellscape they both call home. Carl's was still wary around him, never trusting him, but he was someone that under that unusual circumstances he can rely on him for certain things.
But now Carl is alone now. He's drinking his soda, but the lights and crowded seats is making him wary all over again. Why is he doing this to himself? This sense of disconnect is frustrating him.
Maybe he shouldn't go to these Swear Ins.
Carl got up, trying to go back to where the drinks are to fill up his cup of juice, tripping on people's feet along the way.
RESORT
The place was not that bad, considering. Nice, for one. The museum was weird, but kooky weird like those tourist traps places his parents would take him when he was little.
He grabbed a chair, watching everyone taking their seats or milling around, having talks as he soaked up the heat of the fire. Eventually he got bored with that (whether he had a conversation with anyone or not) and decided to walk around and play a game of horse shoe tossing.
Man, maybe this Swear In won't be crazy after all.
REVENANTS
All Carl wanted was something not crazy. But no, now he's fighting for his life again, and this time, he's not worried at all of risk of sudden decompression. Carl grabbed a tire iron - Where did he found a tire iron? Don't ask, please - and began to start beat the absolute shit out of one these wretched undead. Several hits in, and the one laid prone before him, presumably dead dead.
Carl then moved on, either to save someone from being attacked, or attack another revnant. Either way, he's going to be busy until the undead are back into their murky graves.
wildcard
[ Carl will not be doing the whole Tessie hunt, as he really doesn't care. His main concern will be killing off the undead. ]
Carl Grimes | OTA | Unregistered
After the mess with the moon - honestly, Carl didn't want to go to any more Swear-Ins after that - but with the other nonsense that involve nightmares, he decided to hell with it. If it looked funny, he can just leave. However, it looked like this Swear-In is another trip involved, which was unfortunate to Carl. It's not like he can drive back when he had enough, or he can ask for a ride from Negan. Negan's gone, presumably back to the hellscape they both call home. Carl's was still wary around him, never trusting him, but he was someone that under that unusual circumstances he can rely on him for certain things.
But now Carl is alone now. He's drinking his soda, but the lights and crowded seats is making him wary all over again. Why is he doing this to himself? This sense of disconnect is frustrating him.
Maybe he shouldn't go to these Swear Ins.
Carl got up, trying to go back to where the drinks are to fill up his cup of juice, tripping on people's feet along the way.
RESORT
The place was not that bad, considering. Nice, for one. The museum was weird, but kooky weird like those tourist traps places his parents would take him when he was little.
He grabbed a chair, watching everyone taking their seats or milling around, having talks as he soaked up the heat of the fire. Eventually he got bored with that (whether he had a conversation with anyone or not) and decided to walk around and play a game of horse shoe tossing.
Man, maybe this Swear In won't be crazy after all.
REVENANTS
All Carl wanted was something not crazy. But no, now he's fighting for his life again, and this time, he's not worried at all of risk of sudden decompression. Carl grabbed a tire iron - Where did he found a tire iron? Don't ask, please - and began to start beat the absolute shit out of one these wretched undead. Several hits in, and the one laid prone before him, presumably dead dead.
Carl then moved on, either to save someone from being attacked, or attack another revnant. Either way, he's going to be busy until the undead are back into their murky graves.
wildcard
[ Carl will not be doing the whole Tessie hunt, as he really doesn't care. His main concern will be killing off the undead. ]