--------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><b>Name:</b>Jae-Hyuk Park<br/><b>Location:</b>Entrance lobby<br/><b>With:</b>Everyone in the entrance lobby; Michael<br/><b>Doing:</b>Just trying to unpack.<br/><b>Content Warning:</b>None<br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Jae liked to believe he wasn't easily overwhelmed, but anyone who knew him knew that was a damn dream. His breath started to catch as yet another person joined them in the entrance. A drumbeat of his heart and that dark cloudiness that inched over his mind started to creep on him. This was the exact reason he wanted to be here, however, to put himself in a situation where he had to face his shyness head on. Still, with some of the group in swim wear, a lovely woman whose luggage was non-existent, and everyone else throwing themselves into the gathering, it was just a little much for him. Even if Miko was wonderfully cheery in her greeting.<br/><br/>The worst part about this all wasn't even that he couldn't concentrate on anyone; he could if he really tried. His leg was starting to ache, mostly due to him not being able to use his cane as he entered the house, his hands full. The pain was a deep, dull throb that seemed to radiate through his femur, down to a sharp stab near the top of his tibia, just below the knee. His ankle was starting to hurt as well, and he could sense that there would be swelling tonight.<br/><br/>Clenching his jaw to keep his pain in, Jae blinked as Michael suggested the obvious: ask the people around them. He mentally facepalmed.<i>"Why didn't I think of that?"</i>But, looking around at the crowded hall, he decided it would almost be better to just find his room instead. What was he going to do, walk up to everyone and ask if his name sounded familiar? That's a whole lotta talking that he was not willing to do. But the allergy medicine. That was a good suggestion. "Ah, yes, I forgot about the city!" Jae had been so focused on getting away from his city that he forgot about the city they were able to explore just near by. "I will most certainly need the medication. My seasonal allergies make my eyes poof and my nose look all red and runny," Jae admitted without thinking. After the words were already out of his mouth, he blushed deeply and apologised. "Sorry. I tend to overstate things, and I forget that not everyone needs to hear the full truth." It was a problem he had been told countless times to work on, but it baffled him why he should. Why wouldn't people want the complete truth? Still, he apologised.<br/><br/>As more people gathered, he was eternally grateful for Michael approaching him. He needed to escape as well. "I would<i>love</i>that, honestly. I just want to see what it's like. Plus, my roomie might be there!" He started to step forward, but the pain in his leg reminded him to stop. Jae looked at Michael and asked somewhat sheepishly, "Would you mind carrying this bag?" He held up the lighter, miscellaneous bag as indication. "I need to walk with a cane, and I can't carry this as well." He felt bad, asking a stranger for help, but he had left his over-the-shoulder strap at home, thinking he could easily make it to his room without problem. He didn't take into account the size of The House. He had two canes on him, in preparation. One was a solid, mahogany cane with a silver handle at the top that was made specially for his right hand. The one in his clothing suitcase was collapsible, black metal, with black foam on the handle. He unstrapped the wooden cane from the backside of his clothing suitcase, smiling at Michael. "I'm sure I could manage, but it would definitely help me out. I'd owe you one!" Should Michael accept or decline, he would follow him regardless. Michael was already doing him a favour by offering to show him the way. This was just another one on top. Jae was a needy bitch.