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Who: Francis York Morgan and OPEN
What: Smoke break and possible socialization
When: Post therapy, possibly around dusk
Where: In one of the designated outside smoking areas, near the gardens


( How do you move in a world of fog that's always changing things || Makes me wish that I could be a dog when I see the price that you pay )

[The redhead is seen, mouth moving like he's cussing under his breath. His arms seem a bit scratched up, there are bags under his eyes and he looks more than irritated. It's obvious he was restrained before with how he rubs at his raw wrists. It was probably for refusing the medicine. ]

Fucking hell - they still won't give me a cig, or even the damn patch. [He sighs and rubs his upper arm where a bandage covers an injection site]

I hate withdrawals. Hate 'em, hate 'em, hate 'em. The headaches, the bottomless pit my stomach become, the insomnia. If I thought my vision was bad before, it's worse now that my one eye is on the fritz, everything's fuzzy because I can't concentrate, can't sleep.

Whatever meds they tried to give me to make me sleep haven't worked. Been up for nearly 48 hours by now, I think. Still no sign of the Dog. Hell if anyone needed some head shrinking you'd think he'd be the first tossed in a joint like this. That or his bug eyes friend... or those really creepy twins.

[Badou shudders at he memories, rubs his upper arms and gnaws on his raw lower lip. He's obviously troubled by whoever these people he mentioned are, though no one besides Naoto will really understand.]

I can't find my camera neither. Anyone see it? Mighta dropped it when I went out the other day searching the levels with Naoto. That or these creepy nurses took it. If nothing else I'd at least like to blackmail people take photos again.

[There’s a smacking sound, like a palm striking the device in frustration. Badou obviously does not know how to use this device.]

What the hell is this? God dammit all… They're telling me I just woke up, that everything was a dream. That can't be fucking true there's.. there's just no way. David is real dammit,t hey can't tell me otherwise.

[There’s a sigh and hiss of pain, air swishes like the device is being shaken very fast.]

Is this damn thing even working? Ugh, my head hurts like that one time Haine smashed me against a damn wall. And [shuffling, a sound of disbelief mixed with relief follows] the gunshot wound is gone, Mihai’s gone too… Where is the crazy bastard? I hope that albino freak and that sword chick are okay at least, there was some heavy shit going down.

I wonder if they're here too?