[right][h3][b][i][color=lightsteelblue]Justice Cobalt[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=lightsteelblue]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Confinement (Attic)
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Dexterity, Perception 
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 6
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	Cobalt did his best to orientate himself, and then moved towards the door for a second time. Maybe his collision with the wall had had more of an effect than he had originally thought, or maybe some malicious spirit had decided to torment him, but yet again, Cobalt's best laid plans went awry.  He had barely managed a pace before he seemed to stumble, and the wall rushed towards him again. At the last minute, Cobalt managed to reach an arm up and catch himself. He staggered slightly as he struggled to regain his balance, and tried to shake off whatever affliction had been clouding his judgement. For a second time, he was grateful of the darkness hopefully obscuring him from the other guests. At this rate, he was starting to doubt if he was ever going to escape this infernal room!

	Through the infuriatingly evasive doorway, Cobalt could hear the other's beginning to explore whatever lay beyond. As far as he could tell, he was one of the only guests actually left in 'Confinement', and the thought wasn't making his own getting out of the room any easier. Neither was the cold. Cobalt could feel it in his bones now, and he pulled his jacket tight around him, although it did little to stave off the chill in the air. If he didn't get out of this room soon, then it was going to be more than his pride that was hurt. To be this close to freedom and yet to continually fail in achieving it was infuriating. Cobalt reached out through the darkness, doing what he could to feel the frame, so that hopefully the next time he tried to make it out, he would be more successful. Failure left a bitter taste in Cobalt's mouth. 

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[b]Character current location:[/b] Shadowell Manor: Confinement (Attic)
[b]Characters attempted actions:[/b] Orientate himself with the doorway to try and make further attempts to move through it more successful (hopefully)
[b]Any and all skills being used:[/b] Perception
[b]Why each skill is being called:[/b] Perception, to try and perceive the doorway
[b]Desired location of the character:[/b] Same as current location
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