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Old habits were digging themselves deep as Ryom tried to simultaneously deal with what was happening around him and thinking of ways to get back home. Like a trapped dog, he wanted to bite and claw his way out but that was not the way to do this. Ryom took several deep breaths, slowly releasing the grip on his phone. Ryom shook his head and laughed once as Micheal said where his name and where he was from. It wasn't that he didn't believe him, it just meant this was way worse than he thought. He looked up at him then down at the water [color=D65B24]"Thanks."[/color] He gritted his teeth as he accepted the water before taking a large gulp. After he was done, he handed it back to Michael [color=D65B24]"And no. I'm not"[/color] [i]What the hell was he supposed to do?[/i] Florida!?! None of this made sense at all.

His attention shifted to Momiji as she spoke up, his eyebrows furrowing at her tone as he straightened back up. Perfect. His eyes darted to the bokken, even though it was wrapped up he had seen it enough times to identify it. Perhaps she was a stuck-up, rich girl that liked to believe she was above everyone else. Perhaps they were simply misunderstanding each other. He didn't have time nor the patience to figure it out [color=D65B24]"Ryom Sung-Tae. Seoul, South Korea."[/color] He uttered, his muscles in his face tightening with each word. There wasn't time to argue right now when he had to get back from wherever this was. Think, Ryom. Think! Absentmindedly, he began to bounce his right leg. [color=D65B24][i]Fuck[/i][/color]. He kept on muttering quietly to himself, the pain in his hand numbing out.

However, the longer they remained in this silent ghetto the more he began to feel uneasy. It didn't matter where or when they were right now, a place like this is not somewhere you want to be lingering for too long. That much he knew [color=D65B24]"We need to find someone, anyone, and ask what the hell is going on right now. I don't have time to wait around."[/color] With that, he began to walk down one of the small streets through the houses not waiting on the others to give him a response. Time was running out. Or maybe time was stopped? This could be the end of the world for all he knew! That wouldn't stop him from pressing forward. They got here somehow so there had to be a way back. He  wouldn't accept anything else. He would find a way back, no matter what. Whatever the cost.
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