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[center][color=tan][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Underground Blood Bank  • [color=tan][b]Time:[/b][/color] Saturday Night[/center]
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The sharp and pungent smell of the smelling salts administered to Sean, caused his eye to shoot open and gasp for the “fresh” air that he wished he was afforded while in the basement. Out of his wits, he head whipped around trying to discern the setting that was too unfamiliar to process quickly. Struggling against his restraints, breathing heavy, and his eyes searching aimlessly—he couldn’t have looked more helpless. It was a rare moment. One where not an ounce of control was afforded to him. [i]Lost[/i] was the best word to describe him, and he’d admittedly agree before he recognized what was suspended in front of his face. 

In that moment, he stilled his body. It was not an involuntary freeze, but a deliberate and conscious pause. The window of that rare moment had closed, and the man that was lost was regained. [color=tan][i]Shit,[/i][/color] he thought while still staring at Hollow’s visage— the hunter of hunters. Who was he without it on his face within the ugliest parts of Halcyon? He didn’t think about the answer to that. He never needed to, even now when found himself bound in chains without any of his weapons in enemy territory. 

Taking in the details of the room, he-

[color=tan][i]Sicily…[/i][/color] A sharp breath escaped him as he stopped himself from calling to her, and instead looked furiously toward his captors. [color=tan][i]Where is this?[/i][/color] He couldn’t place it, but he’d guess they were underground judging by the lack of windows and how dingy the place appeared. The whimpering of prisoners and the offensive smell of the place was something most would keep buried. 

Stepping backward, he firmly planted his heels so the chain wasn’t tugging so hard on his arms that were aching now. [color=tan][i]Three enemies. Vampires. Two weapons… No, three… Three weapons, Sean.[/i][/color] He took a deep breath before scoffing.

[color=tan]“You one of the big fucks that used gas? Couldn’t go fair with a human and Barbie up there?”[/color] Sean heckled. [color=tan]“Come on. I got two hands behind my back and no mask to make you piss yourself when you face me.”[/color] Sean’s smirk was dripping with antagonism. [color=tan]“Watch out for these teeth, though. I don’t got fangs, but I'll [b]BITE YOUR FUCKING FACE OFF[/b]!”[/color][/color]