His head was spinning. The room was spinning. Everything was in a constant state of motion. He honestly had no idea what the fuck was going on. Disoriented was no where near strong enough to describe how he felt. It was if he was delirious from dehydration and then placed on a carousel trying to break the sound barrier. It was all a blur, his mouth felt like cotton, his stomach felt as if it was trying to rip it's way out of his body and his head felt as if someone had repeatedly slammed it into a brick wall. Suffice to say Justin felt like hell.

It took a moment for his head to even process the fact he was sitting down. Even more so the guy in front of him talking. Wait a minute. His mind finally caught up with reality, or well maybe not, he wasn't in the mall parking lot staring at a burning truck anymore, he was sitting down in some unknown room, with a completely unknown guy, for  completely unexplained reasons for his being there or even for that matter getting there. His body settled and his situation finally somewhat grasped Justin realized the bearded guy was talking. Something about warnings and necks snapping, but before Justin could even piece together everything and reply the guy continued. Introducing himself bearded guy continued, saying something about more metas, and junk.

Taking a moment to just breathe and make sure his head was completely clear Justin looked over bearded guy, or Delta, or Alan, whatever the fuck his face was called. The guy had what appeared to be complete sleeves on both arms, a rather thick build, and similar height. Hesitantly Justin replied, [color=skyblue]"I'm Justin and yeah neck snapping would have been bad. Now, um if you don't mind. What the fuck? What the hell are meta? Where am I? How did I get here? Why would my brains have been everywhere? Who is Epsilon? What the fuck is with the Greek alphabet code names? And no I don't want one."[/color]