Good Morning Lu Feng was not the one to go bonking his head on low ceilings or doorframes, so his immediate thought upon the pounding ache in his skull pulling his consciousness was that something had somehow gotten the jump on him. Snapping back to alertness had him jerking up, hand jolting to his head with the hope of soothing that throbbing, only to find that he's been... patched up already? A distrustful glare was shot to all of the unusual faces he's found himself surrounded by (who are these people??) but it seemed like no matter what, the only option was being saddled with a debt.
Lu Feng did not want to be here.
He did not want to be in this odd place, surrounded by complete strangers and very clearly being extorted and taken advantage of in his dazed state.
But what choice did he have, if not to keep going? He knew how to drive, and there wasn't anything worth staying for here in the Scrapyard, so. Off he'd go. If he had any sort of luck, he'd find some sort of answer to how he woke up here, how he could find his way back, something worth going forward for.
Or. Perhaps. He would be stopped on his endeavor, just a temporary pause. At his core, Lu Feng was not one to ignore someone in need, and someone on the side of the road - a car accident, someone who looks like they've straight-up just collapsed... Hm. Lu Feng would not call out, but as his car rolled to a smooth stop, his window rolled down to take a look at what's going on, he gave whoever might be in eye-shot a Look. What's going on here, then?
The Pavilion No matter how hard he scourged for answers that he wanted, for a way home, for the possible whereabouts of the person he wanted most to find, Lu Feng found himself empty handed. All he could do for the time being was... to survive, really.
He'd need to find something to eat, he'd need to find a place to sleep, and, if he were to sty here long term... he'd need to find a way to pay off that debt.
Taking up a graveyard shift in a warehouse was not very glamourous, but it let him work in relative solitude, he assumed. Not having to do any customer-facing work was ideal, the less he had to mingle with others, the better. Unless that peaceful work he threw himself in to were also taken up by another new arrival, hard up for money. Wouldn't that be silly.
Food was a little easier to come by with even just a little bit of extra money to his name. How kind, that there were vendors handing out free samples, since there were surely plenty of offerings that Lu Feng would be wholly unfamiliar with. Such as these chocolate-covered... morsels? He eyed the offered cup suspiciously, thinking it over for a split second before asking, "What, exactly, are these?"
[OOC: Brackets or prose are fine, I'll switch styles to match whatever you wanna hit me with! I'm also up for a wildcard, if one is wanted!]
Lu Feng | Little Mushroom
Lu Feng was not the one to go bonking his head on low ceilings or doorframes, so his immediate thought upon the pounding ache in his skull pulling his consciousness was that something had somehow gotten the jump on him. Snapping back to alertness had him jerking up, hand jolting to his head with the hope of soothing that throbbing, only to find that he's been... patched up already? A distrustful glare was shot to all of the unusual faces he's found himself surrounded by (who are these people??) but it seemed like no matter what, the only option was being saddled with a debt.
Lu Feng did not want to be here.
He did not want to be in this odd place, surrounded by complete strangers and very clearly being extorted and taken advantage of in his dazed state.
But what choice did he have, if not to keep going? He knew how to drive, and there wasn't anything worth staying for here in the Scrapyard, so. Off he'd go. If he had any sort of luck, he'd find some sort of answer to how he woke up here, how he could find his way back, something worth going forward for.
Or. Perhaps. He would be stopped on his endeavor, just a temporary pause. At his core, Lu Feng was not one to ignore someone in need, and someone on the side of the road - a car accident, someone who looks like they've straight-up just collapsed... Hm. Lu Feng would not call out, but as his car rolled to a smooth stop, his window rolled down to take a look at what's going on, he gave whoever might be in eye-shot a Look. What's going on here, then?
The Pavilion
No matter how hard he scourged for answers that he wanted, for a way home, for the possible whereabouts of the person he wanted most to find, Lu Feng found himself empty handed. All he could do for the time being was... to survive, really.
He'd need to find something to eat, he'd need to find a place to sleep, and, if he were to sty here long term... he'd need to find a way to pay off that debt.
Taking up a graveyard shift in a warehouse was not very glamourous, but it let him work in relative solitude, he assumed. Not having to do any customer-facing work was ideal, the less he had to mingle with others, the better. Unless that peaceful work he threw himself in to were also taken up by another new arrival, hard up for money. Wouldn't that be silly.
Food was a little easier to come by with even just a little bit of extra money to his name. How kind, that there were vendors handing out free samples, since there were surely plenty of offerings that Lu Feng would be wholly unfamiliar with. Such as these chocolate-covered... morsels? He eyed the offered cup suspiciously, thinking it over for a split second before asking, "What, exactly, are these?"
[OOC: Brackets or prose are fine, I'll switch styles to match whatever you wanna hit me with! I'm also up for a wildcard, if one is wanted!]