Sunday, May 10th, 2009

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10:02a	You know what sucks? Dying. You know what sucks even more? Death by public execution. So you'll have to forgive a man his slight disorientation when he does not walk nor stumble into these white halls but does, in fact, fall. Hard, hitting the ground with an audible thud and splayed on the floor in such a manner suggesting he was definitely not prepared for this. From whence did he come? God only knows. Adhering to the laws of physics and probability is for losers, anyway. He's looking a little worse for wear, like he's taken a beating recently. And also unnervingly thin; thin as in starved - it's not a flattering look. But more apparent is the rope burn around his neck, which he touches gingerly. After a moment to recover, or at least get over the shock of hitting the ground and also, possibly, suffering a certain loss of vital signs, he warily gets to his feet and manages to take a more dignified position of repose on a nearby couch. "Have I found me perdition or paradise for my pains?" His voice is rough, as is his breathing. "What's here that greets me?" [[ooc: Have one sociopathic, smooth-talking ex-lieutenant, who's recently had some trouble with the law. From Shakespeare, no less.]] (8 Comments | Comment on this)
2:52p	[There's a dark skinned man in a simple black suit standing in the hallway. He reaches up to the shades that are on his eyes and tips them down slightly, taking in his surroundings.] ... [He shook his head and placed his shades back in their original place and crossed his arms, waiting for someone to come by. He'd need to interrogate the "residents" of this odd place to find out where he was.  Reno would be pissed to find Rude wasn't there, back home.] Current Mood: apathetic Current Music: ...And Then the Liver Screamed "Help!" - Chiodos (7 Comments | Comment on this)

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