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[hr][i]Can one even call this a cafeteria?[/i] Each time the man stepped into this place it caused a little more of his soul to leave his body and he's been doing this for seven years. Seven years. Seven [i]boring[/i] years. Stepping into the cafeteria with a sigh, he looked slightly more roughed up than usual. A scuff of dirt was across his face with a little bit of blood. The mines were one thing and the people who worked in them were a whole other thing. 
Sitting was not an option at the moment. Why? Unknown reasons. Kristo felt like standing and standing there by the table, he did. [b]...so if they're drunk -[/b] A blink came from the man which allowed his amber eyes to disappear for not even a second. [i]Did I miss something?[/i] Internally questioning himself since he came into that sentence. He would figure it out later. [b]That means they'll be less attentive...[/b] A thought passed through his mind, [i]No, shit Sherlock... That's what alcohol does to the majority of people...[/i] But he was staying quiet for a reason. If he spoke, they would probably leave him behind. 
Kristo was not confident in other people and did not know if he was truly confident in himself. Was this worth the risk? Trying to obtain a key that could possibly free them. Inhaling sharply, his chin rested on his knuckles as he looked down at the table. Stuck in thought. What thoughts were behind those fire-lit eyes? 

"[color=FFBF00]I appreciate your enthusiasm, Titus, [i]but...[/i][/color]" Kristo began to trail off because he didn't know if he should speak up or not. "[color=FFBF00]The only plan I am hearing is retrieving the key, unlocking ourselves, and abra kadabra ~[/color]" Kristo got really quiet but really enthusiastic about this last part, "[color=FFBF00]We are free![/color]" He whispered but raised his voice at the same time while dancing hands. 

Call him a pessimist, but he was unsure. What if this was a trap? What if he was placed or paid to get people who were looking for a way out of more trouble? 

Glancing at a girl with two different colored eyes. [i]Heterochromia ~ How beautiful and rare.[/i] Kristo thought to himself for a second before his eyes sharpened and he looked back at Titus, she was making a point. The more people that knew. The more likely they would be caught in their plans. 

It was now or never, "[color=FFBF00]I suppose I am in,[/color]" Kristo wanted to get out of this prison as much as anyone else or even more so. The biggest thing he wanted to do was kiss a tree or admire a stream or something. He hasn't been able to play instruments in forever. Last week a guard took a piece of straw that he was using as an instrument. It sounded fine and he could get a tune but they were displeased with his actions. 
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[b]Interactions[/b] Titus 
[b]Mentions/Acknowledgements[/b] Mhin 
[b]Current State[/b] Uneasy - Pessemistic 
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