[Center][h2]Dakota Rhett[/h2]
[sub]November 29th? - ???[/sub]
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Caelum's response wasn't exactly an unexpected one, to an extent Dakota knew he was going to receive such an answer. But if they were going to get out of here, physical assessment seemed like a good idea. But, even if everyone [i]was[/i] okay, where were they really supposed to go? That prison in the horizon was menacing, and seemed like the only real option, but just the sight of the place sent a shiver down the boy's spine. His hands curled into fists, nails lightly digging into his palms as he thought on it. 

"Well, that's a start." He responded, not questioning Caelum's physical condition further. "Can't expect anything past that, considering..." One of his fists loosened, palm lightly pressing against his forehead as he took in the area again in a slow scan. The landing hadn't been pretty, he figured there was some pain amongst the group even if they were overall physically fine. But even then, physical condition was only a part of a bigger whole. There was a good example of that going on right now.

Nick's breakdown caught his full attention, the ambulance request being one he knew couldn't be met, even as Barney checked to see if there was a signal himself. The situation was, admittedly, a bit overwhelming for Dakota, but he wasn't sure if he could wander about and put it aside like the stockier man had. He had some empathy, but it wasn't like he was probably any more prepared to try and deal with it than anyone else. Possibly less so, but that didn't stop him from making a frontal approach on the man who was now on the ground, practically whimpering to himself about issues that surely went way deeper than Dakota could possibly understand. 

Knees bending, he squatted down beside the man, lightly putting a hand on his back. Although he knew they were far from the same, he used to use words to try and bring people joy through good vocals. So maybe he could do something here with his words, too. "Hey, man. Nobody's putting ya anywhere." He tried to assure, though a lack of knowing Nick made him uncertain if he had experiences that'd make him assume he'd be put into such a situation. Probably, was the assumption on Dakota's part. Regardless, nobody was putting him away today. 

A thought came to mind, perhaps not a great one, but it would help him grasp onto reality a bit, himself. Pulling his phone out, signal or no, he could still look at that recording he made! "Don't have any signal, but..." He lowered the phone in front of them, playing the video. It's audio played out, first with Barney and Dakota's short interaction, and carrying on from there. Though there were no full views, really, there were enough identifiers for the folks who approached the gazebo. "I don't know what the hell this place is, but I don't think you're going crazy, man. I don't think any of us are." What was worse? Thinking you were crazy, and that none of this was real and just a hellish nightmare you couldn't escape? Or that it was real, and you were trapped in some horror-world lookin' place? Probably varied, but Dakota wished he could just wake up. Even this video was questionable in his own mind, but maybe that was him rejecting whatever this was.

His own phone recording made him feel like waking up wouldn't happen anytime soon. He bit his lower lip, perhaps damaging himself a little in the process of trying to help Nick in the slightest. '[i]If this is real, then I'll really have to go over to the prison to try and figure things out, huh...[/i]' Thoughts bringing his gaze back up to the building in question, his hands shook at the idea of approaching the nightmare. Or, confronting the reality of the situation. But that wasn't stopping Barney, who seemed to already be ready to head out. He seemed to realize they weren't exactly drowning in options here, either. 

Not that he'd have time to do so. The bright spotlight caused Dakota to squint, falling back onto his arse and causing another one of those pink splashes. He figured they were going to have to confront the prison anyways, so maybe getting spotted out here was for the best. With how dangerous it looked, Dakota had been a bit worried about being attacked for existing anywhere near it, so perhaps having people come out to them was a better outcome.

He pushed himself to his feet as the figures approached. His head tilted at the sight of them, human in shape but in appearance they were much more eerie than he could describe while being partially blinded. Not having a reason to particularly want to resist, mixed with the fact their aggressiveness startled him, his hands went up in a clearly visible manner. He was far from the type to be an inmate! He'd never even had a police officer question him before, let alone go to prison! 

Now that they were closer, he could get some details on those faces. If the strange colors across the 'human' limbs of the individual wasn't weird enough, then the hollow looking faces sealed the deal. However, ugly to look at or not, they didn't particularly seem to be individuals that were beyond comprehension personality-wise. Their rough demeanors seemed to mentally match what he'd imagine people working at a prison would be like, however the threat towards their legs if they didn't get walking was alarming.

A baton pressed into his back, which while painful, wasn't at least being swung at him. "I'm goin'!" He exclaimed, though that only got him shoved forward a bit more. He didn't want to press his luck, so he didn't start asking questions to these guards who seemed eager to put harm on them at the slightest notice. He'd save the questions for 'His Honor', whoever that was. They at least were identified as not being prisoners, right? Dakota's more naive side told him maybe they'd get to talk this out and go home! This place was obviously high security, so the aggressiveness made a bit of sense, maybe. Wouldn't you be on edge if a bunch of unidentified individuals ended up on a dock, with no clear sign of how they arrived?

This was all just a huge misunderstanding. He silently kept trying to convince himself it'd all end soon.