[center][u][b]Justin Bark[/b][/u][/center]
[center][i]Royal Complex Dungeons[/i][/center]

	The dungeon was no strange sight for Justin. Although he had never been able to call this particular holding complex a home of his, the professional lawbreaker had come across a few in his time. There was a saying relating to overcoming seemingly impossible odds that flashed through the man's mind, though he didn't put much thought into it. In fact, he couldn't really think of much beyond the basic things that he felt at the present moment, considering how hard he was coming down from the Dust. It was as if he were going in slow motion and sobriety was bringing an intense tiredness. He couldn't even make himself eat the porridge that wait for him, despite the fact that he hadn't eaten all day. Besides, Justin knew that even career criminals wouldn't be locked up forever for what he had done. Depending on the guards, or perhaps the magistrate presiding over them, he could even get out on a promised bribe or something of the sort. However... this was the Royal Complex, which he wasn't quite sure what he was doing inside of in the first place. Maybe they had finally grown tired of Justin's activities in their city? The passing idea made Justin consider the possibility of resistance to be more plausible. 

	Although the guards had taken Justin's belongings, they left him with his clothes. Even his syringe was missing, which Justin was furious about, to say the least. Having become used to this route of administration, he would do anything to get another once he was free. It was no doubt in his mind that the guards would pawn the item off, along with his other valuables. The grieving addict tried not to worry about this too much, seeing as it was simply not the time. He let loose a deep sigh and gave a long look over his surroundings, deciding to scrutinize what detail of the surrounding he could before he got too tired and decided to get comfortable. Who knows, perhaps there was an obvious escape route just waiting. Opening the door was just the first step but a step in the right direction regardless.

	Justin's attention was first drawn to the cell next to his, containing a girl who looked very young. This brought Justin to raise his brow and maintain a slightly confused look on his face, especially since he was watching her toy with some sort of mechanism, likely a lockpick of some sort. Even as a ruffian in his youth, he could not have imagined doing something so heinous as to end up here. So, this in-plain-sight escape route may have simply been delivered by the Maker. He huffed and sputtered out a small cough before summoning up the words to address this girl, who had began waving at folks who were settled across from them.

	"Oi, kid. I don't know who ya' are but ya' look crafty and got something of definite use in 'yer possession", Justin plainly stated, referring to the metallic rod, "...give us some time to work up some details and we can think about getting these doors open, yeah? Maker's blessing if ya' get past the guards on 'yer own, after all". Justin's head was starting to pound and he felt as if he could just fall asleep on the spot, though he was focusing what energy he had left to think about his words and plan of action rather deliberately. Surely, the girl would be able to sense the aggravated tone to his voice, though if she were perceptive enough, be able to recognize that this was either not normal or it simply wasn't aggravation out of hostility. Justin considered this himself.

	"Hells, where are my manners? Justin Bark at your service, young lady. General Serviceman for hire. Now, I ain't tryna' tell you what to do or anything like that, mind you. I just figured I'd let ya' know what's goin' on and well... I'll be here to talk it over if you need more convincing". Justin gave another slight cough before offering a curt nod to the young woman and turning his attention to those across from them whom she had waved at.

	He looked over to the couple who shared a cell. He thought this to be peculiar, as any proper jailer would not make such a mistake in a high risk dungeon such as this. He looked them over curiously, attempting to discern whether they could be a help or a hinderance. Something about the woman called out to Justin, as she not only struck him a career criminal due to the appearance but she had a particularly interesting aura about her. Justin offered the two a nod and then paid particular attention to the woman as he gave out a high pitched whistle. The bird call... because what do birds do? They fly [i]high[/i]. 

	Justin's attention darted to the cell next to them and he soon spotted the man making symbols on the floor and moving his body in erratic patterns, observing the ritual whilst keeping an ear out for a whistle back or any sort of response from those around him. Bark could not make much sense of the practice, though he did notice that the man made a particular focus on this direction. Justin didn't like it. Voices began calling in his mind, warning him of the dark magic that was unfolding. He could not discern whether the whispers warned him of a curse or another terrible spell.

	Regardless, the voices in his head started getting loud. Louder than anything. They consumed his mind and started shouting for him.

	"LISTEN HERE YOU FUCKIN' SPINELESS CUR, DON'T YOU [i]DARE[/i] PUT YOUR DAMNED DARK MAGICS ON ME! WHAT ARE YA'!? A BLOOD WITCH!? A DEMON IN DISGUISE!? MAKER HELP YOU SHOULD I GET IN YOUR CELL, DEMON. EVEN A CURSE WON'T STOP ME!!"