naoseru (naoseru) wrote in re_organization, @ 2009-09-18 09:28:00 |
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Current mood: | anxious |
I ran away from the god of fear and he chained me to despair [Dungeon, OPEN]
It was cold in here. Hanatarou didn't really know anymore, how much time had passed since he'd been snatched, but that had remained constant. The feel of the man who had grabbed him...he felt like a Hollow, but then...this was most definitely not Hueco Mundo. The healer wasn't really sure if that was an improvement on things.
He wondered, alone in this cell, why he'd be brought here...and why his bag hadn't been taken away. That was the oddest thing about it all...but it meant he could do something. It had taken getting a little creative, but he'd managed to snag the raggedy broom that was near the cell...and start sweeping.
It was something to do. He didn't know how long he'd been here, but he'd had too much time to think, that much was certain.