chris kyle is the cleverest man within 20 kingdoms (sharpcharm) wrote in bellumlogs,
Chris sorely wanted to believe that this was all just part of a dream-filled sleep he was sure he'd never even fallen into, but while he'd made a career and a lifestyle out of lying to other people he'd never made a habit of lying to himself. The hard floor under his legs, the too bright white of the foreign walls boxing in him and the freaking weirdness of this building were all too solid and unpleasant facts to make this anything other than a very real, very annoying situation that he was positive he really did not want to be involved in.
He rubbed his hand through his sleep tousled hair and took a look around the room he'd, quite literally, found himself in. Three other people, no visible exits, the only distinguishing mark a plaque on the wall he couldn't see from where he was sitting. "Not in this corner." He replied pleasantly, pushing himself up off the floor with ease. The desire to roll his eyes at the fact that whatever situation he was in involved someone he'd already pegged as likely to be unhelpful he kept completely off his face. That she was a half-naked woman who was not wholly unattractive registered with him, but only as a slip blip considering his current situation.
All the same, when he easily gave into the Southern manners embedded deep to his bones and introduced himself to the room in general, his friendly if slightly tired smile was aimed at the girl whose name he didn't know. "I'm Chris. I can't see any way out of here or getting air, so I'd suggest that until we can figure a way out of here, we try and conserve as much oxygen as possible." As he spoke, he made his way across the room to have a look at the plaque on the wall opposite.