Snippet #1627

Vinnie had found his room easily enough, yet the peace and quiet he'd hoped to find with it were woefully invisible. The second he'd entered the living quarters he heard a man screaming about a broken hand, and the unmistakable wail of an infant. It was almost more than he could handle, given the situation. Deciding it would be impossible to simply ignore the intrusive sounds, Vincent took a few minutes to lean against the nearest wall and rub his temples only moving forward once it had quieted down.

His initial plan of taking a nap was out of the question, Vinnie had enough trouble sleeping in the confines of his own home and he didn't feel like laying in his bed for hours. So, taking the time to drop his excess baggage off in his room, the man decided he'd take an independent tour of the living quarters. Subconsciously he wandered towards the source of the previous noise, keeping his eyes averted to the ground. Hallways never seemed to agree with him. It only took Vincent a minute or so to come across what appeared to be a young woman with a child and a clearly distressed male sharing a room. He stopped in the doorway, waiting a few seconds before announcing his presence.

"So, are the walls here too thin, or is it just me?" Vincent spoke, as charmingly as possible, barely managing to mask the tremor in his voice. He'd only come down a little while ago, yet he already felt like shit, it was probably situational. He'd always had trouble maintaining in particularly stressful situations, and this trumped anything he'd experienced in Hollywood. As conceited as it sounded, he was hoping the pair would recognize him, maybe it would justify his presence in the bunker although he still couldn't.