[right][color=SlateGray][h1]MP-0934-OPEN[/h1][/color]
[color=gray]Target:[/color] [@BCTheEntity]
[color=gray]Location:[/color] [color=a187be]Personal Containment Cell 34-P [Purple Ward][/color][/right][hr][hr]
[indent][color=LightSlateGray]    The first thing that he became aware of was the vague sense that he was beginning to become aware. The second thing, which followed almost immediately thereafter, was that this realization brought with it a sick sort of feeling that it was not such a good thing.

   Dark eyes which had up until then been staring blankly, almost lifelessly, ahead began to focus and take in what was in front of them. It looked like a room of some kind, but the details were hazy. Blurry. Just a muddle of flickering shapes which were surprisingly difficult to focus upon. He blinked instinctively, only to find that it felt as though he hadn't done so in far too long and therefore he blinked a few more times just for good measure.

   His eyelids felt like lead.

   Raising a hand to pass over them as though it might somehow lighten their load, he realized that his arm felt just as heavy. If not more so. Frowning, he lowered his hand from his face to look at it. It was strange. Strange enough that the other hand soon sluggishly joined the first as he began to turn them both over before him in curiosity as to why they looked so foreign. The lights and colours danced across his fingers unnaturally, and he could see an afterimage of them as he spread them out. There was something else, too...something which he couldn't quite place. Whatever it was, it continued to elude his yet hazy mind for the time being.

   Thus, at length, he finally raised his gaze to try once more to look at his surroundings.

   There wasn't all that much to see: it was a fairly basic room with fairly basic furniture and no decorations to speak of. The only thing which seemed notable in any way was the entertainment stand along the back wall upon which sat a lone television. There was nothing playing, only white noise crackling across the screen, but strangely he could hear distant music coming from it.

   No...not from the telly. It wasn't really that it sounded far away, it was more that it was warped and muffled. Like he was hearing it from underwater. But it was close. Quite close, indeed. In realization, he raised his hands to his ears, fingertips finding the earbuds which rested within them. A music player. He supposed they must have been there the whole time, but that he simply hadn't noticed them for some reason. Confused, he removed them.

   And in the shocking emptiness of it, all that had only a moment before felt so drowned out suddenly came into focus.

   The only sound in the room was the static, eerily filling the silence with its soft, stuttered monotony in such a way that made it somehow more hollow and intimidating than if there hadn't been any sounds at all. He felt himself shrinking under the sickly white and harsh red glows which alternated in illuminating the sparse space, something else which he hadn't noticed until that moment. There was something not quite right about it all...In fact, it all seemed terribly, terribly wrong. It made him feel trapped, like a deer in the headlights, unable to tear his gaze away from that flickering pallor before him. As though it were drawing him in. As though at any moment, something horrible might appear there in the broadcasting noise. He could almost see letters forming in the snow...

   A new sound snapped him out of his daze and caused him to release the breath he'd been holding in his chest. A voice...filtering in through the doorway. A normal voice, he thought, although he didn't want to think about why he thought of it so specifically that way.

   It was strange, though. 

   That was right, it was all strange. It was all wrong. Somebody... somebody was supposed to have come and gotten him by now. Or at least it felt that way. He couldn't quite remember why it was that he felt that way, but he latched onto that impression. After all, if someone came to retrieve him, he wouldn't have to be in that awful room anymore. 

   His next realization was that he'd been sitting upon a simple bed, his body curled up against the wall. He didn't remember having moved, so he must have been there the entire time, too. But no longer. Looking toward the door, he saw that it was actually open. That didn't seem right, either, but it wasn't an unwelcome sight at that moment. 

   Clumsily, he shoved the cable of his earbuds into the pocket of the hoodie he was wearing, instinctively tugged the hood further over his head, and scrambled unsteadily off of the bed and toward the exit. His body felt oddly numb, and he stumbled against the doorframe when he reached it, but he didn't pay it much mind. It was the least of his concerns just then.

   On the subject of concerns, he suddenly had a lot more of them when he looked out into the seemingly empty hallway. He was about to check to see just how empty it really was when there came a sudden clunking sound from a nearby vent which caused him to flinch and shrink back again, seriously rethinking whether it really was better out there than in the little room. The light situation was about the same out there, and it was much, much more quiet. Uncomfortably so. And being a much bigger space, it felt even more empty and ominous as a result. 

   Glancing over his shoulder toward the telly, he winced. Well...maybe not more ominous. 

   He took a deep breath to steady himself, then returned his attention outward. This time he managed to look about, one way and then the other, and was mercifully rewarded with the sight of who he hoped was the one who had spoken before. Not that he was all that picky at the minute. [color=#96ABBE][i]"...Hello?"[/i][/color] He called out meekly, though he found that even his own voice sounded strange to him, and it came out rough and somewhat scratchy. As though it were the first time that he'd properly used it in a long while.
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