[4th wall]
[here's someone who looks to be anywhere from 15 to 17—he's in the humble beginnings of a handsome man, but he's still quite boyish looking. boyish especially in his pouty scowling that's so animated it's almost cartoonish, and deeply teenaged.]
This is ridiculous!
[he's indignant, certainly—but he seems to reel that back a little, brows furrowed as he lets out an irate sigh.]
I guess I can't say I don't belong in a place like this...
[aaand there he goes, animated again, desperate gesticulations of frustration and all.]
But give me a chance to redeem my crimes before throwing me into some place like this, instead of just "replacing me"! How can something like that even be true!? Other dimensions—!?
Anyway, whether or not that's true... just what kind of person is responsible for the embarrassing technology of this "prison"? Who computed these "wardens"? Barbarians in the furthest reaches of space, far away from any sort of just eye... That's who! Criminals! Moreso than I, you're a bunch of barbarians, kidnapping people!
[ooc; have 1 (one) Albert de'Mondego of Gankutsuou! he's a naive, somewhat sexually confused French teenager from rustic-future opera-punk Space (circa year 5000). cravats and spaceships, yo. he's pre epilogue, post canon, so he's freshly out of a bunch of really traumatic shit, but this is blessedly distracting!]