[center][i][u]Paul Delacroix - From the frying pan and into the fire[/u][/i][/center]
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Squinting, Paul tried his best to get a good look at his would-be rescuer. Committing the name and face to memory as best he could, Paul only responded with a curt nod as he rubbed at his sore wrists. Partially freed, Paul decided to follow "Donny's" recommendation and worked away at the bindings on his lower extremities. It took some trying, but after a short period of time Paul completely freed himself. Bracing a hand against the wall to his back, he slowly stood. Expecting to collapse immediately, he blinked and was surprised that he hadn't. He was sure that for however long he was out his muscles and joints wouldn't be working properly, not even beginning to mention his back injury. After his initial recovery period, he felt fine.

[i]"Huh. What a pleasant surprise. Today must be a good back day for me."[/i]

Remaining silent, he carefully looked around in the darkness in an attempt to spot anyone that may have needed further assistance. Periodically, he looked to the porcelain-doll of a woman that he determined to be his makeshift 'alarm clock', listening absently as she spoke of 'Absolutes' and something along the lines of 'Hunters.' Which, confused him even further as he was sure that he held a different profession. What was it, salaryman? Something having to do with businesses for sure. Either way, Paul took his time to ignore the other goings-on and chose to focus on helping anyone else that needed it. Afterward, he fully intended to obey the Doll Woman's word and followed after her. What could be worse than rotting away in a dark hole? Well, a lot to be honest. But, they were all more preferable ways to die in comparison. He wasn't sure the pale lady was to be totally trusted, but he figured he should at least humor his potential savior a little.