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[It's been a long time since he's felt well rested enough like this, but when he wakes up he feels odd and out of place. The wind is faster and beneath him doesn't feel anything like his bed.
After opening his eyes Axel realizes that he's staring up at a brick ceiling he's never seen before, but despite his questions he doesn't seem too disturbed and simply sits up to look around, first noting the change in surroundings and then finally the orange thing he's wearing. ...Ok, the last time he wore orange, he was a teenage punk without any fashion sense to wrestle his way out of a paper bag with, so needless to say that he doesn't want to see this again.
With a sigh he stands and then listens closely to the greeting on the communicator. ...A new prison, new wardens, and all of his possessions are off somewhere else while he's unable to teleport. Great. At least the communicator hasn't changed.
Speaking of which, he reaches up to flick his device on and without bothering to make the feed private he starts to speak.]
Let's just make this easy and take things back to elementary school. If you're here, say "here" so that people don't have to ask all the time. No need to raise your hand unless you absolutely have to.