[right][color=SlateGray][h1]MP-0934-OPEN[/h1][/color]
[color=gray]Target:[/color] [@BCTheEntity]
[color=gray]Location:[/color] [color=a187be] Hallway [Purple Ward][/color][/right][hr][hr]
[indent][color=LightSlateGray]    He gave a nervous little laugh when told of the joke, though he didn't quite get it. Rather, he was still just terribly confused and it was difficult to really laugh about some guards apparently not being where they were supposed to be when it gave him such an ominous feeling.

   Had there been guards? He wasn't certain... If he strained his mind to think about it, he supposed that there might have been. He could almost remember...something. Shadows. Figures. 

   It was so bloody hard to think.

   He didn't have much time to continue thinking upon that matter, however, for his attempts were disrupted by a fresh set of questions from the muscular man. Questions he didn't know the answer to. [color=#96ABBE][i]"I-..."[/i][/color] The hooded one croaked, uncertain. His gaze dropped to the ground and darted back and forth a moment, as though he were trying to read it for useful insights. He gave a shake of his head, then, one hand raising once again to his brow as he cleared his throat and tried anew.

   [color=#96ABBE]"...I-I don't know..."[/color] He continued more clearly in a meek, husky voice which still sounded oddly foreign to him. And, now that he'd strung multiple words together, his accent was more noticeable to an outside observer. Contemporary English, with a warm hint of something vaguely Middle-Eastern. [color=#96ABBE]"...I can't...quite recall... I-..."[/color]

   Narrow shoulders hunched, and the hand which was not clutching at his head clutched instead at the wrist of the one which was. He tried again to think. When had he last slept? Did he really look that wretched? Had he been on drugs? Something about that last one had a ring of familiarity. He could almost see flashes of pills in the clouded recesses of his memory; almost feel the lingering sensation in his throat. It filled him with an unsettling sort of innervation which he didn't much want to dwell upon, so instead he chose to ask some questions of his own. [color=#96ABBE]"...W-what, um... what d'you suppose is going on?"[/color]
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