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The hallways were pretty bland, and, compared to the rooms, fairly empty at least. A few of the hospital staff rushed by him, and he was only able to get out a quick ‘hihowareyou’ out before they pushed into the doors and disappeared from sight. Their purpose and their frantic speed made him want to emulate them, really, and he stepped up his own pace, taking long, fast strides. There weren’t any floor maps yet, but a staircase should be easy to find, and he might as well warmup while he was at it.

Strange, really, how he didn’t even realize that ankle cuff was there. Well, it wasn’t like he wasn’t wholly unaccustomed to that. Compared to the chains he was in last time he was conscious, a cuff might as well just be jewelry. Maybe he should personalize it, really…

Hm…definitely something to consider. Wonder if that’d even be allowed.

Occupied by his musings, Brent almost walked past another individual in the hallway, only to stop just a couple steps away from her. Locking eyes with the young girl, he smiled at this auspicious encounter, before those same eyes flicked from one detail to the next. Dark hair, long, coarse. Comb? Yeah, comb. Large eyes. Innocence and naivety displayed. Nice, nice. Wide hips. Unexpectedly womanly there. Right arm in sling. Shot as well? Or no? Well, didn’t look like her insides were scrambled up, but perhaps she was on drugs. Well…a compliment never hurt anyone.

[color=B0C4DE]“Heyo, young lady,”[/color] he said, fingers running through his hair, [color=B0C4DE]“How's it going? Visiting a friend’s room? Getting a check up? Or would you like to join me on an evening's stroll to the gym?”[/color]

Hm…perhaps that sounded too much like he was hitting on her. A correction, perhaps.

[color=B0C4DE]“Oh, you can totally refuse if you're busy though. Name’s Brent Roless. You?”[/color]
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