Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190327223159/@comment-25828117-20190330100531

Willy too had gone to his quarters and the first thing he did was sit on his bed. The place was clean, cleaner than any place he had ever stayed. It was also, however, very stark and austere. Nothing like his room at home with Kyle and Joan.

He listened to the sounds around him. There was definitely another atmosphere than on the farm. The faint hum of the aircon, the hiss of pipes in the corner. Advanced technology designed to bring luxury no doubt. But Willy really would've just preferred to lie in the fields under that gnarled tree by the stream, the one with the small purple leaves.

The farmhand got up from the bed after he had taken off his boots and wiggled his toes. He wandered into the bathroom and flicked a light switch. bright bars of light shot alight around the crystal clear military grade mirror over the sink. The TLC hummed after it flickered on.

Willy slowly approached the mirror. He couldn't remember a time he could see himself so clearly. He reached out to touch the mirror and the person in front of him did as well.

He could see all the imperfections in his face. Red spots under his eyes, areas where his beard wasn't completely grown in. Faded freckles on his nose. The scar above his eyebrow.

William recoiled as Hamilton headbutted him. As a result he had to find his footing again and nearly took the wrong step, which would've led him to plummit more than a thousand feet into the abyss below. The wind blew violently up here, not just because of the height but because of the vertibird circling the building. William looked down and saw the grid of the Empire Wasteland expand beneath him.

Willy had to cling on to the sink all of a sudden. His palms sweating profusely and his head spinning. Before he knew it he was vomiting huge chunks of what he had eaten in the kitchen earlier.

Once the vertigo had subsided he looked up again into the mirror to see a miserable chubby dope looking hard back at him.