*His head felt like it had been hit by a truck, and there was both a weird fog and a jolting fear in his chest, but a groan escaped him and solidified it. He was awake... Mostly. What had he been dreaming about..? There was a magic show and there was rain... And alot of eyes....*
*Not important. What was probably important was how much his head and side hurt, he get hit by a bus?*
*He hear, something, like a small gasp, and he manages to turn his head a little. He squints, Jim- suddenly he's surrounded by a gentle but intense hug, if that made any sense. His arms feel like lead still, and even with it being gentle the hug still hurts- but it's home and he leans in.*
*It's CJ, it's Jim, it's ok.*
*the sirens are muffled, the world is muted, a fog that settles over everything like an illusionary blanket. RJ stares into an allyway, opening up and gaping like an infinite serpent's mouth. Does he stay here?*
*...It seems strange. What even happened? He'd been on a bit of an untitled wild goose chase, and had ended up in the city to buy supplies for.. a cat? He'd been heading home when... Something... Now he felt weird, like a dream, like he was both very alone and being watched. Something with reflective eyes peaked out from behind a trashcan lid, and he starts spying more collections of eyes watching him from every dark corner, not all were coming in pairs of two.*
*Oddly enough, the allyway lacked the weird peering eyes that the area behind him was rapidly filling with. Not sure what he's supposed to be doing, he moves forward a little towards the dark maw, not quite catching on to the fact that he can't feel the few footsteps he took.*
*The city is often a loud place, filled with the bustling of thousands of individual lives all trying to get to the next destination.*
*...Sirens aren't uncommon. Statistically speaking, more people die of car crashes in a year in Texas alone than die of shark attacks around the world. Jim told him that. RJ wonders if he's going to die of a shark attack, then, since he's pretty sure he's still alive. Things are still spinning, and his head feels like it was split open, (and is that a ringing sound?) but he's alive. The car? Maybe not as much, but that's not the major thing on his mind. He knows he needs to get out, but at the same time moving sounds like a really horrible idea.*
*Maybe if he closed his eyes for a second, he knows he shouldn't but... he was tired anyway.. heh, tired, car tires...*
*RJ's eyes slid shut, the sounds of sirens echoes, and he is alone.*
*the house is covered in an assortment of bright Christmas lights and spotlight lamps fastened to any place they could fit. It's a chaotic hodgepodge of holiday decorations and last minute purchases at the store, though despite not looking very pleasant, it did its job: eradicating any shadows inside and around the house.*
*RJ is working on his third cup in a two hour period. It's black and is drank like a health potion in an RPG- it's not there to taste good. He's hoping that even as he sips the strong, caffeinated drink that he can convince CJ to put down his own black tea and sleep.*
*They'd submitted the footage a while back, hoping that it wasn't dismissed as fabrication. Not that something of that nature had happened to their recordings in years, but it still stung.*
*Jim Station would probably believe them, and even if it only showed up on old TVs that only got local channels, they were hoping the warning about what they had seen could get out there, where people could prepare themselves.*
*They still needed a plan, too. But honestly- what could either of them do against forces from another realm? Aside from that stunt they'd pulled in 2017, nothing they'd ever done had been remotely special, in the power-way, RJ thought his gingerbread houses were pretty cool in the normal way.*