Mar 21, 2017
Stepping out of the cab, Joham adjusted the sunglasses that shielded his burgundy eyes. The ride down from the Port Angeles airport had been painful, the driver nattering away with suggestions on what to do in the area. As if Joham was interested. Suitcases at his feet, he handed the driver a crumpled pair of bills. “So this is Forks.” He scoffed, eyes scanning around the immediate area. This dreary little town was what had been causing such a stir? “My, my, am I disappointed.”