[b]URIEL ATTICUS - LOCATION: HOTEL ROOM?[/b]

Uriel was actually having a pretty great day. No, really. He got an A on his Physics test, the cafeteria was serving couscous and he was currently lying in one of the most luxurious hotel rooms he had ever had the pleasure of staying in. Such a compliment was difficult to pry from the heir to the famed Atticus Motors. Sure, the reason he was in this room in the first place was because he got drugged and kidnapped and sure, his neck felt like someone had dropped the pointy end of a hammer directly on his jugular but hey, this bed was bloody amazing. Like floating on a dream, his mother would say. 

The décor was fantastic too; all brand new high quality stuff. Gave off real “modern art deco” vibes. These kidnappers of his were awfully considerate. If they paid for this hotel room then they certainly weren’t strapped for cash. And even if they were, it wasn’t like his family wouldn’t be able to fulfil whatever demands his captors made. But then again, the Atticus’ had some powerful connections. Anyone who was silly enough to abduct the scion of the Atticus clan wouldn’t get away unscathed. So Uriel relaxed, enjoyed the warmth of the bed while glancing about the room for something to use as a weapon. He was still feeling sluggish from the drugging, so he wouldn’t last long in a fight. He needed more options. Escape routes, intel, all that jazz. He heard voices outside the room. Quite a bit of shouting. It was difficult to make out the ages of the speakers but they didn’t sound much like the grown men he’d been expected. That was … good? Hold up, were they shouting in Russian? Did he get kidnapped by the BRATVA? Oh man, this would be an interesting story to tell later. He was getting pumped now.

It was time to take action. Getting out of bed wasn’t as terrible as he thought it would be (he only hurled once!) and he looked around for the options he was seeking earlier. No windows to leap out of, but there was a bathroom with a mirror! One thrown chair later and he was equipped with a sizable mirror shard wrapped in one of the provided hand towels (y’know, safety first). He stowed his makeshift weapon in the pocket of his blazer. His kidnappers were gracious enough to not undress him, this really was a great day! 

Now for the potentially fatal bit. The exit. Surprisingly, the door was unlocked. Uriel turned the handle slowly, trying not to make any noise. So far, so good. He peeked his head out. No visible guards, just as he deduced from his earlier hearing. So far, so good. Hand in his pocket, still clutching the wrapped mirror shard, he made his way down the hall. The sound of conversation was clearer now. He was right before, they weren’t grown men, they were … teenagers? He reached the end of the hall, only to find what seemed to be a cafeteria. Yep, definitely teenagers. Man, today really was a great day. Uriel decided to enter the room the only way he knew how to.

[color=00aeef]“Heeeeeeeeeeeeeelllllloooooooooooo, everybo-day!”[/color]

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