Kofod wrote:
As Micah noticed more people getting there taking seats, he decided to step forward and take a seat of his own. Before all the chairs would be gone. None of these people seemed familiar to him - not surprising, he barely knew anyone from here even though he had lived here for many years. He looked around to get an impression of the different people here, some seemed very nervous, others seemed like the last place they wanted to be was here, there was a big mix of all kinds of people and emotions in the room, it was a lot to take in. He closed his eyes for a bit, so the only impressions he would get would be from the sounds - which was more than enough as it was.
He felt like a long time passed by while his eyes were closed, even though less than a minute had probably gone by, when he opened his eyes again. He needed to smoke again, or at least get out. Everything about this place started feeling uncomfortable, and his palms started turning sweaty.