where am i?

ITEM #: SCP-507 OBJECT CLASS: Safe PREFERRED ALIAS: 'Guy' DOCTOR NOTES: I don't care how many times he says he's 'got it now', 507 is disallowed pogs until further notice. multi-fandom SCP Foundation Please read the faq! track 'guyhoudini'

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[verytiny]

i love crying about everything it’s very humbling

[scp-507]

desxderium‌:

           ☆。.:*: 🍒┇ Don’t WORRY about it? This story is either a crock or some people were absolute dickheads who didn’t know what a joke really entitled: with everyone laughing at the end. Had they drugged him? What could have happened? His clothes tell her, if that story is true, that he might have been caught at home — early morning? Or last night? So many possibilities.

             She observes him, tilts her head a slight, and one could swear you can hear, through the constant dripping around them, the cogs turning in her head, rearranging themselves to make sense of what she’s both seeing and hearing. Bottom lip sucked in, finally, she decides to play along, her curiosity (oh! It’s a KILLER, that cat like interest in people she manages to muster) at its peak. 

            ❝Rebecca❞, she announces at last, then offers a smile, reassuring as she can make it, but her tone of voice errs on the cautious side still. ❝And um — this is Logan. In Utah? Where’re you from, Dennis? Maybe, if it’s not too far, I can offer you a ride home or at least to the nearest bus station?❞ Not the smartest thing to do, but he’d not asked for money yet, had not begged for anything — what suspicions she has begins to alleviate a tick, at the very least — and besides, she was never the most careful.  

It was a little suspicious that she wasn’t more suspicious. Right? 507 didn’t really know how to quantify danger levels, here. She seemed fine, but appearances could be deceiving. But Utah was far from where he was supposed to be, which meant unless he got himself to a phone it was gonna be awhile before he was found. If he’d get found.

“You’re, like, not gonna try to rob me, are you?” His tone was joking but his shoulders tensed before he could stop them. He ran fingers through his hair and shivered. Not that there was much to rob. “Bus station, uh...would be great, I guess. If I got to a phone I could make a call, I just...” he gestured to himself, at his thin clothes and no shoes, and shrugged.

[nickcipher]

anarchy.

[etteraths]

[scp-507]

@learningmagics He went from trying to see which of the new guards he could make laugh to- not that- in a breath. A fraction of a breath. It was always like that and honestly, normally, that was fine. He was used to picking up the punch line later anyway. He was even used to landing in the in-between, the nothing, the ‘missed mark’. It’d happened before and it’d left him feeling so fucking empty he hadn’t been able to sit still or stand the light or dark for two whole weeks after. Fucking horrible, yeah, but still familiar.

This was different. He left the cafeteria and found himself in the great big void, and then he felt a yank, some sharp pull, he pulled like being tugged into ice water and then-

Then 507 was in a library. There was a person there, too, short and dark-haired and...scarred? He blinked. 

“What the fuck?” he asked at her. And then, louder and with more urgency and a flinch that had him stumbling a step over when he noticed what was standing next to him: “What the fuck?”

[goodnightmemes]

DEAD LIKE ME SENTENCE STARTERS

“I excel at not giving a shit.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, you’re not that interesting.”

“Sir / Ma’am, I’m gonna say this as politely as possible…I will fuck you up.”

“I just wanted to save her.”

“You can’t save any of them.”

“I’ve never seen such violence over such small potatoes.”

“I’m gonna kill that fucking baby.”

“Who’s been making grilled cheese sandwiches with the defibrillator paddles?”

“Now you made me mad! Now we can never be friends!”

“You’re a constipator, [name]. You disturb my shit and that’s annoying.”

“If Romeo had just masturbated a couple times a week he could have saved both those nice families a whole heap of trouble.”

“If I see someone running, I just assume they’re a loser.”

“I like knowing that the space between my ears is immeasurable.”

“I do not say this phrase lightly in this hallowed place: This is fucking inedible.”

“Call me a ‘little thing’ again and I’ll put this fucking dart right between your twinkling eyes.”

“Oh [name], this is nothing. You should have seen the tattoos I’ve had to have removed.”

“I don’t wanna fit in. I just don’t wanna stand out.”

“Human beings are simple, predictable clichés.”

“Speakin’ of death, let’s get to work.”

“Sometimes off-color language is the best way to convey an idea.”

“I’d bore myself to death if I weren’t already dead.”

“Ah, fuck that shit. They can blow me.”

“You gotta think about all things you like, and decide whether they’re worth sticking around for.”

“I am sorry for your loss. The things in life you won’t do, the people you won’t know and who won’t know you. But there’s this life, where you are loved.”

“You are so beautiful; and I love you. I just don’t like you anymore.”

“I don’t feel safe anywhere.”

“I’ve been having a fuck of a time lately, [name]. Just a world of pain.”

“Do you ever wake up in the morning and realize that your life is meaningless?”

“I was born to be a rock star, if I could sing.”

“I’ve been in crack houses with more style.”

“The first blow to the head was self defense. The other three blows after that were probably a little murderous.”

“You don’t mess with fate.”

“People die when they are meant to die. There’s no discussion, no negotiation, no wiggle room. Life’s done, it’s done.”

“Life’s too short, and death is too long.”

[scp-507]

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[scp-507]

@aubainmary​

“Hey! Ah- shit, you’re not closing, are you?”

Day seventeen of the shift, making it the longest in half a year. But it was fine. It was all good. This place was close enough to his-Earth and his-USA that even the little money he’d started keeping in his Foundation Issued Utility Belt and Fanny Pack was accepted. He’d stayed the first week in the little town outside the apparently abandoned facility he’d appeared in. The best thing to do he thought was to try and make his way to one of the other facilities that the Agents didn’t know he knew about. Either he’d get zapped back before he made it there, or he’d figure out what happened to the Foundation in this world. Either way, win-win. Who didn’t like a good old fashioned road trip?

Hence why here was here, in the home of Derby and Baseball- and why he was standing awkwardly in the entrance of the sweetest smelling bakery he’d passed in maybe forever. What, he was supposed to not go in? He just hadn’t realized it’d gotten so late.

[scp-507]

desxderium

         ☆。.:*: 🍒┇ The storm had been bad — enough for Becky to stay indoors at work when it hit even if she was done for the day. Early bird shift at the café meant an evening to herself, and part of the afternoon, but a portion had been sliced away under bad weather. Curse her for not taking the car today, but then, it had started off sunny and warm, and the walk to the shop, instead, had been tantalizing. Now, however, the sky was covered grey like static, and the world drip drip dripped tempest residue, wet, reflected in puddles — cars splashing the sidewalks once in a while if they zoomed at just the right speed, and so Becky hugged the buildings, because there was always some asshole who found pleasure in ruining someone’s clothes and day.

           When the man approaches her, she appears a little stunned at first glance, because he looks a little disheveled, this one, but not necessarily homeless — confused? He’s a little taller than she, but outdoing her by almost a hundred pounds, yet Rebecca, as per usual, refuses to see any threat, no stranger danger for her, no sir, for she does believe the world to be inherently GOOD; and besides, bad things only happen to others, right?

           ❝Oh um — ❞, she begins, then offers a small smile, peach lips dull as the silver atmosphere superimposes upon them, upon everything.

         Drip.

             Drip.

                 Drip.

           Taking the question as quite innocent, she does not register the bigger implications. Just a stranger asking for directions. ❝Twenty-third avenue❞, she then returns, ❝O’Connor’s about two blocks down that way”, she points to the right, then to the left, “and Banks is that way.❞

He nodded, serious and considering. What she told him was only a little helpful, but it was a start? She was willing to talk to him. Thank fuck he found a nice stranger.

"This is going to sound crazy," he said, waving his arms around himself and the street like it would help him make his point. Punctuate the story? "I got dropped off here by some guys. Practical joke, don't worry about it. Anyway, what I mean is: can you tell me what city I'm in?"

He gathered he was somewhere in the U-S-of-A based on her accent, and accents of some of the people passing by. But even that wasn't really helpful. It could mean it'd take hours to days for the agents to pick him up, if they weren't already close enough to catch his tracker. "My name's Dennis," he added, a second too late.

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters

“What are you doing out this late?”

“This part of town isn’t a good place to be at this time of night.”

“Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?” 

“You do realize what time it is, right?” 

“Where are you going at this hour?” 

“The sun isn’t rising anytime soon, you know.” 

“Do you know where I am?” 

“The city looks different at night.” 

“This street is very dark…” 

“Why don’t you come stand in the light?” 

“Are you lost?” 

“I got turned around in the dark…” 

“This isn’t the time to go wandering around.”

“Only fools and trouble come out to these parts at this hour.” 

“Looking for trouble, are we?” 

“A little late to be shopping.” 

“Just coming back from the bar?” 

“Think any of the pubs are still going to be open?” 

“Trouble lurks around every shadowed corner.” 

“Woah! I didn’t see you there!”

“Where did you come from?” 

“What are you doing here?” 

“A bold move to show your face here in the shadows of night.” 

“Go home.” 

“It isn’t safe here at this time of night.” 

“You’re being watched.” 

“What are you doing still up?” 

“Looking for something?” 

“I like walking when the streets are empty.”

“It’s dangerous to walk at night alone.” 

“I know where I’m going.” 

“The trees are kind of spooky…”

“Did you hear that howl?” 

“Was…was that an owl…?” 

“This path is scary at night…” 

“The woods is no place a __ after dusk.” 

“Oh you poor soul, wandering lost in the forest under the new moon…” 

“You can’t see the stars from here…” 

“This is the witching hour.” 

“Dark beasts lurk here. Be cautious.” 

“Stay on the road!” 

“Talking a midnight stroll along the beach?” 

“The ocean is so mysterious at night…” 

“What brings you to the pier at this hour?” 

“What dangers lurk in these dark waters, I wonder.” 

“You’re going to get yourself lost one of these days.” 

🌙+ your own

[scp-507]

Hello! I just followed a bunch of new people to get 507 up and running again (and revamped his theme), and many of you followed me back! #blessed This is an open call for starters- and or for plotting!

Please like this post to make a friend partner.

[vaememes]

GORE SENTENCE STARTERS.

* heavily triggered sentences, read & reblog with caution !!

’ The blood felt warm and sticky between my fingers. ’ ’ I’m busy digging the dry blood and fleshy skin from under my nails right now. ’ ’ Cut me open and finger my incision. ’ ’ Let’s cut his face off and wear it around the town. ’ ’ I never knew it would take this long to skin a human body. ’ ’ Hand me that drill over there, will you? ’ ’ Look at you, bleeding all over my new carpet! ’ ’ Oh, I’ll make you scream for me alright. ’ ’ There are maggots all over his face! Get them off! ’ ’ Can we fill the pool up with their blood then take a swim in it? ’ ’ You smell that? That’s the smell of decompsed bodies! ’ ’ Hang ‘em upside down, slice ‘em and watch the blood pour on me. ’ ’ You gotta drill ‘em right in the center of their forehead. ’ ’ Lick the blood from my fingers, unless you’re too chicken. ’ ’ Put the gloves on and help me remove these organs now! ’ ’ I dissect human’s in my basement for fun. ’ ’ I’m performing a surgery right now, care to join or better yet, watch? ’ ’ You ever eat a brain? No? Well, you’re eating one now. ’ ’ I have prepared brain for dinner tonight, hope you like… ’ ’ I prefer the human organs to eat over other species. ’ ’ Look, I cut if off their body for a souviner. ’ ’ I carve out their eyeballs and keep them for souviners. ’ ’ I spent all night making this mess, why would I want to clean it up? ’ ’ Fill those jars up with water, we’re going to put the organs in them. ’ ’ Alright, what organ are we taking from this one? ’ ’ You look so good with all that blood splatter on your face. ’ ’ This tub is used for fresh blood to bathe in. Cleanses the pores. ’ ’ I love to kiss those dead, cold lips! ’ ’ I’d rather kiss the dead guy than kiss you! ’ ’ Blood has such a sweet taste to it! Mmmm! Yummy! ’ ’ I’m sorry, what was that? You can’t speak clearly without your tongue? ’ ’ Ever play soccer with an eyeball before? It’s a lot easier for it to go flat… ’ ’ I will cut your heart out and eat it, just like you did to me! ’ ’ That rat bastard got me back, slipped on his brains and fell! ’ ’ I’m sorry, I can’t stop laughing at the girl talking with no tongue! It’s too funny! ’ ’ Be careful in there! There’s brains and blood everywhere! ’ ’ Go on and cut me, go on! Do it! Do it already! ’ ’ I’m going to mail your feet to the floor so you don’t run away again! ’ ’ Stop screaming, i’m trying to carve our names into your skin! ’ ’ I just wanted to carve a heart in his skin but he wouldn’t stop screaming! ’ ’ Go on and scream all you want! No one can hear you down here! ’ ’ There are fifty fucking paint buckets full of blood in here! ’ ’ I love the thick flesh under my nails when I claw them to death! ’ ’ Picking chuncks of flesh and meat from your teeth again? ’ ’ Guns aren’t any fun! They’re too quick! ’ ’ Killing with a gun is like getting off in two seconds! It’s boring! ’ ’ I got a knife with your name on it, if you’re up for it. ’ ’ After I kill you, I’m going to eat every organ in your body! ’ ’ I just want to get to the spleen of the stomach before noon today. ’ ’ I will slice you right down the middle, right here in front of everybody! ’ ’ I enjoy the sounds you make when I’m strangling you. ’ ’ I strangle people because that sound is sensational to hear. ’ ’ Leave the mess, never clean up parts of your finest work. ’ ’ I dug my nails so far into their skin I drew blood, then I licked it up. ’ ’ I shoved my thumbs into his eye sockets! ’ ’ Look, how do I look? Like the new face? ’ ’ All this blood came from just one body! ’ ’ Let’s go! We’ve got to move all these bodies tonight! ’ ’ I told you to stop sleeping with the dead bodies! ’ ’ Why is there a brain in your fridge? Is it.. from a human? ’ ’ Can you believe my knife went dull on me while I was stabbing away back there? ’ ’ Where is all the knives? Did you use them all? Again? ’ ’ What is that? Oh my, oh my god, what is that? Please tell me it’s not.. ’ ’ I’ve got a human heart in a shoe box, would like to see? ’ ’ I could see his heart when they shot him with the shot gun. ’ ’ How are you still alive? I can see your ribcage! ’ ’ When we get married, we’re tying dead bodies to our bumper instead of cans! ’ ’ I always wanted to go on a killing spree with some backseat hostages! ’ ’ Can I finger the punctured hole! Just one time please! ’ ’ How are they still alive? I can see they’re ribcage! ’ ’ Wow, I can see your bone! I’m going to touch it, just once! ’ ’ No offense but I really wanted to listen to music while sawing these limbs off. ’ ’ I’m going to beat you with this sawed off limb, here I come! I’m coming, you better run! ’

[vaememes]

◆ ◆   (   AN  ASSORTED  SENTENCE  STARTER  PACK. 

❝ Of course it hurts, it’s a spanking. How else would it work? ❞

❝ The only reason we die, is because we accept death as an inevitability. ❞

❝ If I knew what I was so anxious about, I wouldn’t be so anxious. ❞

❝ I am the excuse you give when you cannot follow the rules. ❞

❝ You are the shuckiest shuck faced shuck in the world! ❞

❝ I’m about as intimidating as a butterfly. ❞

❝ You and what army could possibly rescue her from my clutches? ❞

❝ You look better in my clothes than I do. ❞ 

❝ We’re searching for things we should be running from. ❞

❝ When it’s cold, I’d like to die. ❞

❝ The world is full of unrequited love. ❞

❝ Maybe love and pain are synonyms. ❞

❝ I would rather be strong at heart than strong at mind. ❞

❝ We are all just dead air. ❞

❝ Now you got us whammied with the curse of squirmy death.. ❞

❝ If it doesn’t sweat, jiggle, or pant, it’s not alive. ❞

❝ I love glitter, I’m not a quitter. ❞

❝ I have never met anyone who didn’t like gargoyles. ❞

❝ People who always arrive early aren’t worth waiting for. ❞

❝ Look up, always. Look back, never. ❞

❝ In order to do the unthinkable, do not think about it. ❞

❝ Funny how you’re dead, people starting listening. ❞

❝ I can’t save you unless you save me, too.. ❞

❝ Well, if there’s anything worse than a whore it’s a bore. ❞

❝ Nothing says work efficiency like panic mode. ❞

❝ Everything’s just fucking Disney with you. ❞

❝ I think you’re maybe reaching for something that doesn’t exist. ❞

❝ I’m so scared of commitment that I even hate stickers! ❞

❝ Kindness, motherfucker, kindness. ❞

❝ I haven’t even caught your name or your number. ❞

❝ Oh, the dilemmas of a teenage psychic. ❞

❝ Party at in my mind, you’re place sucks. ❞

❝ You want to kiss me, don’t you? ❞

❝ You could have had anything else in the world, and you asked for me. ❞

❝ Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck. ❞

❝ I’m beginning to think I should make that the title of my autobiography. ❞

❝ Another thing I don’t want on my tombstone. ❞

❝ I’m going to try not to make an ass of myself. ❞

❝ You’re on fire. You do know that don’t you? ❞

❝ If you answered no, please exit the building. ❞

❝ You’re still mad, I can feel it through the phone. ❞

❝ If I had a dollar for every time you said that, I would be rich. ❞

❝ Murder is all around me, striking everyone except me. ❞

❝ Give me one good reason why I should believe you. ❞

❝ Since when does that mean you have to kiss my ass? ❞

❝ I’m not saying you shouldn’t have a fully loaded weapon next to you round the clock. ❞

❝ I think it’s time you flipped this little scenario in your head. ❞

❝ The road to Hell is paid with good intentions. ❞

❝ Trust starts with truth and ends with truth. ❞

❝ I will look for powdered donuts in the wilderness. ❞

❝ Love is not selective, just as the light of the sun is not selective. ❞

❝ I don’t know how to tell you what I feel. ❞

❝ I think the word for how you usually are is ‘reckless’. ❞

❝ Gratitude builds a bridge to abundance. ❞

❝ Scars are just another kind of memory. ❞

[vaememes]

◆ ——— SAW SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ I want to play a game. ’ ’ My name is Very Fucking Confused; what’s your name? ’ ’ Most people are so ungrateful to be alive, but not you, not any more… ’ ’ I’m having a blast! This is the most fun I’ve had without lubricant! ’ ’ I want you to make a choice. ’ ’ Listen carefully, if you will. There are rules. ’ ’ What’s the last thing you remember? ’ ’ I went to bed in my shithole apartment, and I woke up in an actual shithole. ’ ’ I’m sick from the disease eating away at me inside… ’ ’ I’m sick of people who don’t appreciate their blessings… ’ ’ I’m a kill you, you sick asshole! ’ ’ Congratulations. You are still alive. ’ ’ Most people are so ungrateful to be alive. But not you. ’ ’ You don’t know me, but I know you. ’ ’ Live or die, make your choice. ’ ’ You’re probably wondering where you are. ’ ’ Now I see you as a strange mix of someone angry, yet apathetic. ’ ’ At least we’ll have the cover of darkness. ’ ’ Help! Someone help me! Is someone there? ’ ’ Hey! Oh shit, I’m probably dead. ’ ’ Who said anything about a warrant? ’ ’ If you are so sick then why do I have so many photos of you up and about? ’ ’ How much blood will you shed to stay alive? ’ ’ I’ll leave you in this room to rot. ’ ’ I know it’s you, you son of a bitch! ’ ’ My camera, it doesn’t know how to lie. ’ ’ You tell anyone you were here? ’ ’ Stop the lies! You’re a liar! I need to know the truth! ’ ’ You don’t recall getting your picture taken in that parking lot? ’ ’ How can you go through life pretending that you’re happy? ’ ’ Does that mean you saw what happened to me? ’ ’ Oh for fuck’s sake! I give up! ’ ’ You think it is over, but the games have just begun. ’ ’ You feel you now have control, don’t you? ’ ’ I don’t have a fucking soul… ’ ’ Will you learn how to let go and truly save them? ’ ’ What you can’t do, is save everyone. ’ ’ I promise that my work will continue. ’ ’ If you can’t do it for me, do it for yourself. ’ ’ I do, but addiction has ruined your life. ’ ’ I’m bleeding man. Please just let me go. ’ ’ Killing is distasteful… to me. ’ ’ How did you walk out of that building? ’ ’ So unless you’ve got something else to say… back the fuck off. ’ ’ Playing with matches again? ’ ’ I want to know if you have what it takes to survive. ’ ’ They say imitation is the most sincere form of flattery… ’ ’ We killed eight people and stole a property and nobody cared. ’ ’ Why? Was it for money? This was your plan? ’ ’ You’re a monster! ’ ’ Fix me, you motherfucker! ’ ’ Why don’t you fucking tell me something that I don’t know, you stupid cunt?! ’ ’ For three years I wanted to kill you. ’ ’ I’m never gonna be able to forgive myself for what happened. ’ ’ You may not remember me, but I most certainly remember you. ’ ’ There’s no preventative treatment for what you have. ’ ’ Please don’t do this to me. I have a family. ’ ’ You’re asking me to do the impossible. ’ ’ I’m sorry, but your own actions have caused this. ’ ’ What?! What am I supposed to learn from this?! ’ ’ This is the piece taken from the latest victim. ’ ’ How many next times are there gonna be? ’ ’ Get used to me, ‘cause I’m not going anywhere. ’ ’ When the time’s right, you’ll know what to do with it. ’ ’ That rolled off your tongue real smooth. ’ ’ Wait! What the fuck are you doing?! ’ ’ Please don’t let me die! Please don’t! ’ ’ Oh, well that’s it, isn’t it?! It’s over! ’ ’ Look at me! When you’re killing me, you look at me! ’ ’ I never saw any indication of psychotic behavior. ’ ’ You can never really tell what someone’s thinking on the inside. ’ ’ Well, there’s a problem with that, though. ’ ’ Go on, fucking pussy! Go! Go! Go! ’ ’ Maybe addiction’s just part of human nature. ’ ’ Remember, don’t trust the one who saves you. ’ ’ You want a chance? I’ll give you a chance. ’ ’ What do you mean you don’t know about this? ’ ’ You didn’t cut your own arm off? ’ ’ What condition? There is no condition. ’ ’ I didn’t have it penciled in on my schedule. ’ ’ It’s not the first time some psychopath called me out. ’ ’ That’s a problem you’re gonna have to solve before it’s too late. ’ ’ How do you just wake up in a room and have no idea where you are? ’ ’ I guess you’ve never been drunk before. ’ ’ I spent three years at college drunk. ’ ’ You asked me what I wanted and I told you. ’ ’ You seem to know a whole lot about me. ’ ’ I feel a whole lot of things right now. ’ ’ The only dooryou know how to open… is between your legs! ’ ’ Why don’t you shut the hell up?! ’ ’ That’s your luck, bending on over in prison, you little dickhead! ’ ’ If you’re gonna threaten me with a knife, you might as well cut me a little. ’ ’ You savor everything, be it a glass of water or a walk in the park. ’ ’ It’s the tool, thats going to save your soul. ’ ’ I didn’t do anything to you! ’ ’ Don’t open the door! ’ ’ You have to save yourself. ’ ’ Do you wanna play a game? ’ ’ That’s exactly it, you didn’t do anything. ’ ’ You identify more with a cold corpse than you do with a living human. ’ ’ You should know better than anyone, what happens then. ’ ’ I go for the neck, but I’m not the brain surgeon. ’ ’ Now you better start fucking paying attention. ’ ’ Suffering? You haven’t seen anything yet. ’ ’ Yeah, that’s right. I’m a murderer. ’ ’ So, do you have everything you need? ’ ’ You’d be surprised what tools can save a life. ’ ’ Then help me! Fix me! Fix me motherfucker! I’m standing right here! ’ ’ You have to play by the fucking rules! ’ ’ The human body is a miraculous creation. ’ ’ Game over. ’

[scp-507]

Sometimes, the universe- universes?- was- were?- kind to him. Sometimes, 507 opened his eyes after falling asleep under an endless ceiling of reflecting, hanging knives and was greeted by nice, normal sky with normal-clouds and normal lights and, hey, yeah. Sure, it looked and smelled like he was in some back alley. Sure, he didn’t have much on him besides his Foundation-issued sweats, tee, and knife. But he had all his limbs attached still (four), had the exact right number of injuries (none), and wasn’t currently suffering from hypothermia or dehydration. 

“This is a win,” he said out loud. He was pretty sure there was no one in the alley with him- he’d learned, quickly, that when waking up in a strange place it was usually best to gauge surroundings before moving. The concrete below him was cracked and a little wet, which, gross, but not necessarily a huge problem. The brick walls were wet too, and the rusted fire escapes still had what he assumed were water droplets drip-drip-dripping down to puddles about another arm’s length away. It looked like he just missed a storm, which, hey. See? Win. 507 took in a deep, slow breath, letting that good post-rain and less-good trash smell fill his lungs, then pushed himself to a sit. Then to an unsteady-stand. 

507 rolled his shoulders, pushed fingers through his hair, and took another look around. The alley ran between two tall buildings- 507 assumed they were apartments, but that was based more on his limited knowledge of cities-in-movies than actual...knowledge. Both ends of the alley were open, but only one had street-sounds. The other end was dark, made darker by the cloudy sky, and, frankly, looked like what movies thought scary alleys ought to look like. Briefly, 507 wondered if he’d jumped to another alternate reality again, like some weird grungy Pleasantville-type place. He decided he didn’t really want to find out, and headed for the street. 

There were people on it, emerging from the buildings, some of which 507 could see now were storefronts. He took in the sights, not taking any offense to the way people power-walked past him (while aggressively not making eye contact- he understood). Then 507 nodded to himself and stepped up to the first person he could see who didn’t immediately look like they wanted the ground to open and swallow him up.

“Hey,” he greeted. “Can you tell me where I am?”

[characterdevelopmentforwriters]

Is your character more likely to scoot an item across the floor to a new location using their feet or are they more likely to pick the item up and set it in the new location?

[scp-507]

This is ‘throw other items at the item until it’s closer to you/you’ve made a clothing lasso’ erasure and 507 will not stand for it.

(literally)