[center][url=https://postimg.org/image/m5r9kgtfx/][img]https://s14.postimg.org/67ijubz81/giphy.gif[/img][/url][url=https://postimage.org/][/url][/center]
[center][h2]Ciel Jaquith[/h2][/center]
Ciel looked rather frustrated when his query about his parents wasn't answered. He took the pen and notepad that Drago had handed him, neatly writing in large letters "My parents are down here. I'm not going anywhere until they're found." He tapped the bearded man on the shoulder, thrusting the notepad in his face forcefully. Ciel's eyes carried a cold glare, but the rest of his face was straight and unemotional. 

Ciel really, really hoped the supply room the other guy had mentioned had a bathroom. He didn't know how long he'd been asleep, but he decided that if he ever hibernated again he wouldn't drink any water for a whole day beforehand. He wondered if he was the only one who hadn't been given the memo, because everyone else seemed mostly fine. He shifted uncomfortably, his hands clenching and unclenching. 

He shivered. The cold had been slightly alleviated by the heat, but it was still noticeably chilly in the room. At first he thought it was just really cold in this room, but now it was becoming increasingly clear that this was likely a widespread weather condition. If that was how cold it was inside, what the hell was it like out there? Ciel hated winter either way. It was always his least favorite season, aside from spring. Ciel only really hated spring because he had allergies, but he had a feeling he was going to long desperately for that season by the time they got out there.


[@6slyboy6] [@The Architect] [@Classpet]