[The last he rembers is Regina coming to his office in the middle of the night and going to get a file. His throat sealing closed, Pongo's barking ringing in his ears and-
His eyes open, blinking rapidly.] "What on..?"
[His body catching up to his mind, Archie sits up very slowly and reaches for his throat. He grimaces, inhales sharply, and looks around as the train heads for its destination. As it pulls into the station and the door slides open, he shakily climbs to his feet. Feeling a shove at his back, he staggers for the door and onto the platform.]
"Hello..? Hello! Is anyone-?"
[His hand moves to his jacket pocket, his brows creasing at an unfamiliar weight. Pulling out a silver pocket watch, he opens it with a soft,] "Well. I know this isn't mine.."
[Checking it for the time and date, he rubs at his neck again.] "All right.. I can't say I've seen this kind before, but it looks pretty basic."
[Unaware that he's broadcasting anything, the feed goes dark as he closes the top and slips it back into his pocket for the time being.] "Where on Earth am I?"
Third person: It was, to put it very mildly, a new experience. Not riding on a train- he wasn't a stranger to public transport (though his bicycle probably didn't count as such to everyone), but he was a stranger to waking up in an unknown place.
He looked around the train, quietly sorting everything he could remember up to the point of his blackout. Regina coming to the office and asking for a file, and Pongo's sudden rush of barking before it grew difficult to breathe. His hands slowly traced around his neck, wincing at the sting of pain. Catching his reflection in the nearest window, he could see faint red marks.
Exhaling slowly, he watched the scenery as it moved past, fiddling with his jacket and then his glasses. Producing a handkerchief, the lenses were cleaned up and their position on his nose adjusted.
They'd gone askew. He remembered that as well.
The train was pristine- nearly sterile in how clean it was, if not a little old fashioned in some regards. As it pulled into a stop and the doors slid open with a chime, Archie felt the compulsion to stand, as if he had needles being poked in his legs.
He stood, looking around in case there were other passengers. Perhaps someone who could explain how he ended up where he currently found himself.
The train, in addition to its pristine looks, was also empty. "A ghost train..?" he thought, looking back towards the windows.
There was the sudden feel of his shoulders being grabbed as he was shoved forward. Stumbling and nearly toppling to the ground as he caught his bearings, he staggered from the train. He landed onto the platform, caught his breath and turned in time to see the doors slide shut as the train pulled away.
"Pretty impatient for a train, I'd say." the joke came to his mind suddenly, and in spite of how weird everything was and how many things were bouncing in his head; Archie gave a chuckle.
He checked himself over, blinking as his hand hit a new shape in his coat pocket. Pulling out a watch on a chain, he examined it for a minute before easing the lid open.
[CANON] Archie Hopper/Jiminy Cricket| Once upon a Time| reserved| 2 of 2
[The last he rembers is Regina coming to his office in the middle of the night and going to get a file. His throat sealing closed, Pongo's barking ringing in his ears and-
His eyes open, blinking rapidly.] "What on..?"
[His body catching up to his mind, Archie sits up very slowly and reaches for his throat. He grimaces, inhales sharply, and looks around as the train heads for its destination. As it pulls into the station and the door slides open, he shakily climbs to his feet. Feeling a shove at his back, he staggers for the door and onto the platform.]
"Hello..? Hello! Is anyone-?"
[His hand moves to his jacket pocket, his brows creasing at an unfamiliar weight. Pulling out a silver pocket watch, he opens it with a soft,] "Well. I know this isn't mine.."
[Checking it for the time and date, he rubs at his neck again.] "All right.. I can't say I've seen this kind before, but it looks pretty basic."
[Unaware that he's broadcasting anything, the feed goes dark as he closes the top and slips it back into his pocket for the time being.] "Where on Earth am I?"
Third person:
It was, to put it very mildly, a new experience. Not riding on a train- he wasn't a stranger to public transport (though his bicycle probably didn't count as such to everyone), but he was a stranger to waking up in an unknown place.
He looked around the train, quietly sorting everything he could remember up to the point of his blackout. Regina coming to the office and asking for a file, and Pongo's sudden rush of barking before it grew difficult to breathe. His hands slowly traced around his neck, wincing at the sting of pain. Catching his reflection in the nearest window, he could see faint red marks.
Exhaling slowly, he watched the scenery as it moved past, fiddling with his jacket and then his glasses. Producing a handkerchief, the lenses were cleaned up and their position on his nose adjusted.
They'd gone askew. He remembered that as well.
The train was pristine- nearly sterile in how clean it was, if not a little old fashioned in some regards. As it pulled into a stop and the doors slid open with a chime, Archie felt the compulsion to stand, as if he had needles being poked in his legs.
He stood, looking around in case there were other passengers. Perhaps someone who could explain how he ended up where he currently found himself.
The train, in addition to its pristine looks, was also empty. "A ghost train..?" he thought, looking back towards the windows.
There was the sudden feel of his shoulders being grabbed as he was shoved forward. Stumbling and nearly toppling to the ground as he caught his bearings, he staggered from the train. He landed onto the platform, caught his breath and turned in time to see the doors slide shut as the train pulled away.
"Pretty impatient for a train, I'd say." the joke came to his mind suddenly, and in spite of how weird everything was and how many things were bouncing in his head; Archie gave a chuckle.
He checked himself over, blinking as his hand hit a new shape in his coat pocket. Pulling out a watch on a chain, he examined it for a minute before easing the lid open.
"..Well, I know this isn't mine."