Brand New Adventure || Roxas and Sheamus
His head felt like it hit a ton of bricks, which was something he didn't enjoy at all when he woke up from what seemed like an dreamless nap. He blinked open his eyes and looked around, seeing that he was in an fairly empty alleyway with only a dumpster a few feet away from him. The tall red head got up and stretched out his limbs and shook his head for a moment to collect his thoughts and idly wondered if he drank too much last night.
'But it seems like afternoon here already...Or at least feels like it. Where ever I am.' He bit a wince of pain where he felt a bump on the back of his head; luckily it was covered by his red locks, but nonetheless hurt him like hell. He decided to take a walk around and see what he could find, for he couldn't remember much about himself except that he liked wrestling and for two particular names: Sheamus and Stephen.
Both names felt like it suited him well, but didn't know which one was his real name. He decided he would go with the name Sheamus for the sole purpose that it sounded a more common name for him to be called, thinking that maybe someone would know where he was and maybe knew more about him. He looked down at himself and saw that he was dressed in dark blue jeans and a light grey shirt, his black boots completing the look as he rubbed at his bearded chin for a moment.
'Okay. So I guess I can just go around and talk to some people and at least know where I am at...' The determination in his mind was what drove him to glance around as he walked down one of the many pathways the town seemed to have, making a noise of surprise as he accidentally bumped into a much shorter person than him, slightly taking a step back as he apologized and took a moment to help the other young man dust off.
"Ah'm sorry fella. Are ya alright?"
