[right][color=SlateGray][h1]MP-6736-OPEN[/h1][/color]
[color=gray]Possible Targets:[/color] [@BCTheEntity][@Bazmund][@Randomness]
[color=gray]Location:[/color] [color=a187be]Personal Containment Cell 34-P [Purple Ward][/color][/right][hr][hr]
[indent][color=LightSlateGray] The flickering lights in room 34-P were accompanied by white noise cutting in and out on a lone television along the back wall. The sound of it spilled out the open door and into the hallway, filling the silence with its soft, stuttered monotony while pale blue and harsh red glows alternated in illuminating the sparse chamber and the hooded boy within.

   He sat upon the simple bed, body slumped against the wall and arms draped about his knees, causing him to look even smaller than he already was. One might have perceived in looking at him that he was in a state of panic from the strangeness going on around him, save that his posture was too slack and his dark eyes registered no reaction as they stared blankly ahead. To say that he could neither see nor hear any of it would not be entirely true, but it was all very distant to him. Muffled, even, as though being seen and heard from underwater. 

   The sound of someone calling out in the hallway caused his mind to begin to stir, slowly and lethargically, breaking gradually through the thick haze which weighed him down. Not enough to actually shake it off, however, let alone to find voice or motivation to respond. Cohesive thoughts still eluded him, and everything felt empty. As such, there was no sense of urgency within him to fully awaken. The only thing which had yet occurred to him was the vague sense that he was beginning to have things occur to him. 

   Something which also brought with it a sick sort of feeling that it was not such a good thing.
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