The air feels dank and heavy as consciousness reaches a figure underneath a set of dirty blankets, everything dark to his closed eyes as he shifts and turns uncomfortably.
A neverending buzz reaches his ears as his senses come awake, though the constant noise is almost easy to tune out.
'Drip.'
An occassional dripping noise joins with the buzzing sound, and as other sensations join in on the assault to him as well, sleep looks to be slipping away for now.
Head feels hot. Feels funny even. Like something's not quite right...
Where are you?
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Ooc: Meh...If you still wanna do this...well, here it is Kwok. Like...3 months late. >_>;;
He shakes his head, trying to see if he can shake the strange feeling away, and opens his eyes to see exactly where he is.
OOC: Oh well, better late than never ^_^
It takes a while for his eyes to adjust to the darkened cell he finds himself in.
As the man sits up, and looks ahea, he sees in front of him the source of the buzzing sound, crackling energy bars keeping him locked inside. Further ahead is another cell, a man lying on his back reading a magazine.
Turning his head to the sides, the left side reveals nothing but a thick wall, as does the back. To the right, however, is a dirty faucet, a toilet, and a small face mirror hanging on the wall.
Everything looks kinda low though, and a look downward reveals he is in the top bed of a bunk bed.
The feeling of oddness does not vanish, the burning sensation centered around your temples intensifying as confusion sets in. This looks...familiar, yet wrong. Are you supposed to be here?
OOC: describe yourself, or if you'd rather I do so, go down and look at yourself in the mirror.
He turns to his right and goes to look in the mirror... just to check if he's been horribly scarred or something.
Falling off the bed and tumbling to the ground in a heap, wrapped in his blankets, the man curses his folly for not having taken off the blankets or going down the stairs of the bunk bed before moving to the mirror. The strangeness of having forgotten his own face seems not to hit him as he kicks off the blankets and moves until he stands in front of the mirror.
Revealed in the mirror's reflection is a man of around late 20's, with cropped brown hair, and dark green eyes. He has stubble around his lips, and three small holes on his left ear, though no earrings tacked onto any of those holes.
Looking down at himself, his body seems fairly...average. A fair amount of muscle here and there, but mostly, average. A dirty grey shirt and pants, identical to those of the man in the cell in front, is what he seems to be wearing.
"Still the same, I guess," he said to himself. "Still handsome as ever."
"So where are we?" he said to the man in the other cell.
The man continues reading his magazine, apparently not thinking that he's the one in question being asked.
"Hey, you!" he repeated. "The one reading the magazine! Where are we?"
Annoyed, the guy puts down the magazine, and looks up from his bed. "Where the fuck do you think we are? Disney Planet?" he sneers.
"Disney Planet? Of course not," he answered. "I just don't remember where we are."
"Or how I got here, really..."
The other man snorts and looks at him with an incredulous stare. "You don't know where...What the hell are you on? How does anyone forget Lockdown? Especially if they're stuck on its inside?"
"Lockdown?" the man scratched his head in puzzlement. "I'm afraid I really don't remember. Can you refresh my memory?"
The incredulous stare does not leave his face for a while, as he stares at you almost stupefied. Shaking his head, he finally replies.
"Eh, why not, I'll humor you. So what do I call you, chump? Or have you forgotten that too?"
"That's easy," the man replied. "My name is..."
"Is..."
"Is..."
It seemed to be on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't come up with it. All he could remember was that it started with a K.
"K. Call me K."
With a shrug, the only response is, "Hey, you don't want to give your name, that's cool."
Getting up from his bed, the man goes to the sink of his cell, washing his face, and brushing his messy hair backwards with his fingers before he turns to look at you again.
"So.... Lockdown."
Pausing he looks around his place, raising his arms up high, angled from his body as he continues. "This is Lockdown. A maximum security prison for those society simply want or need to forget. A facility from which no one has ever escaped, because in here, the prisoners don't make victims, they themselves are -made- the victims."
"Lovely decor for hell, isn't it?" He adds with a twinge of amusement.
"Maximum security prision..." he mumbles to himself. "Why am I here?"
He tries to remember everything about his life up to now.
K's mumbling are low enough that the other man cannot hear, and as K tries to focus on his past, he's getting an odd jumble of memories.
A field of bones, metal, and blood. The sky flashes with beams of light and a metal skull bathed in flames explodes towards Flash
A book, sitting between his laps, opened to early on in the book, the last page of the second chapter. His mind's eye caught the last paragraph, which read "The darkness would consume him, whether he fought it or not. What sort of man would he become? The world knew not. But it would do its best to destroy him, lest he destroy it." His past self shut the book then. Flash.
Black eyes with red pupils stared back in a broken mirror, a look of horror and pain etched within before a fist struck, the reflection shattered. Flash.
A girl, laughing as she runs from him, a pretty white sundress on her figure, in the middle of a park. Flash.
A lanky young man pressing the tips of his fingers on the bridge of his glasses, raising them to cover his eyes. Medical gloves covers his hands. Eyes drift towards his bloodied white coat then back at this man's face. "Are you sure you want me to do this, Ke..." Flash.
Some more random images flash through K's head, but those initial flashes seemed the most vivid. Were they important memories? Or just his subsconscious mind playing tricks on him, taunting him with tantilizing images of what was not?
Bile seemed to go up his throat, an urge to vomit rising in the pits of his stomach.
K tries to resist the urge to vomit. It would only stink up the cell, which would be bad.
He tries to remember who the girl is, and why she is important enough to figure into his disjointed memories.
A name comes to his head after a lot of concentration. Her name was... Sarah. He's sure it was Sarah.
She must have been a friend or something though, considering her smile in K's memory...the wind caressing against her dress and she laughs...the smell of flowers...but not much else seems to be going into your conscious mind regarding that memory or something related to it.
"You alright there, K?" the other guy calls out, not particularly worried about his fellow human being, but still figuring he might as well be asking anyhow.
OOC: The urge to vomit hasn't gone away, but you can probably manage as long as you watch yourself. Notably though, if you don't want to stink up your cell, you do have a faucet/sink in your cell. You don't have to use it if you wanna try and be macho though. Like I said, you can probably manage...
"Yeah, I'm fine," K nodded, still tryiing not to puke. "I'm just remembering something."
"I don't suppose you'd know what I'm here for... so what have you done that earned you a one-way trip to Lockdown?"
A snort. "Why would I know what you're in for? You were already here when I got here, and this is the first time you've bothered to say a word to anyone."
A grin now. "As to what I'm here for...well, if you ever end up on my side of the cell, I'll show ya."
K sweatdrops. "No thanks, sounds dangerous and hazardous to my health."
"And what do you mean I haven't said a word before?" he wonders. "What have I been doing all this time?"
He tries to remember.
The guy comments on your rhetorical questions with a "Hell if I know. I didn't really bother paying attention to you until now. For all I know this whole time you were beating your..."
An interruption occurs in the form of what little light there is all going out suddenly. "Ah, lights out. 9 o'clock on the dot as always. Sweet dreams, oh forgetful prince charming. Unless you feel like asking some more questions?"
"Nah, go to sleep," K shook his head in the darkness. "Thanks for the answers. Good night."
He closes his eyes to help his eyes adjust to the darkness.
It takes a while before sleep finally claims K, as he had only woken up a while ago. When he does fall asleep though, his sleep is restful and undisturbed.
When he wakes up, it is to the still darkened environment though. He feels rested enough too, so going back to sleep is out of the question.
"Good, I didn't oversleep," K said to himself.
He scans around the surroundings in the darkness, trying to see if there is any light coming from anywhere.
All the lights are turned off still. Probably won't turn on for a while. Your eyes have adjusted to the darkness mostly, at least. What do you want to do? Not that there's much -to- do, but still.
K takes the time to feel around the walls of his confinement, trying to see if there is any uneven or looose bricks or spots that he can use.
There is a loose brick in a corner to the left of the toilet, but behind it is simply another set of bricks. Nothing else comes loose by the time the lights come on about 15 minutes later. Some yawns are heard from cells nearby, but not much else for just now.
K doesn't know what to do, but knows that he needs to get out of this cell to figure out what happened to him.
Taking the loose brick into his hand, he smashes it over his head. Not hard enough to kill or make him comatose, but enough that he would need medical help.
OOC: You know, I should give you brain damage for that =p
IC: You're in luck or something. As you black out, you hear mutterings from outside, cries of "Moron!" "Idiot!" "What does he think he's doing?" amongst them.
When you come to, your arms and legs are tied in restraints and you're in a bed in a medical room. The place seems empty.
K tries to struggle against his bindings, in an effort to get free.
"Please don't struggle, Mr. Blake," a deep, professional voice intones. "I would hate to see you harm yourself. Well, more than you already have, anyhow."
From the shadows, K's peripheral vision catches a tall man covered in a white doctor's scrubs, a white cloth mask covering his mouth, and as he approaches, he takes off a pair of gloves.
"How is your head, by the way?" he asks with a small amount of curiously.
OOC: Your head is surprisingly pain free. Surprising given you'd smacked your head with a brick, anyhow. Now go post in LH for Tai-Sun, you blackmailing bitch. >_>
"It's fine," K turns his head to look at the doctor. "Doesn't hurt at all. Now can you untie me? I promise I won't run into the wall again."
OOC: Hey, I don't blackmail ^_^
OOC: U-huh. Sure you don't =p
IC:
A snort greets your request. "Of course you won't," he replies, amusedly. "I take it you'll be too busy ramming my head into the wall after all."
Taking off his mask, the man adds. "I'm not paid to make you more comfortable anyhow. My job's purely to keep you alive."
OOC: I don't blackmail. I just... don't post ^^
"Keep me alive?" K asks. "Why do you have to keep me alive?"
"Would you prefer not to be kept alive?" the doctor muses, cleverly dodging the question.
"Of course not," K replies. "But why is it necessary to keep me alive? Why am I important?"
The man simply hums in response, though you do detect a raised eyebrow before he closes in on you. Traversing his fingers between your hair, a subtle pressure being laid onto your skull ever briefly, before the odd man pulls away, a pleased expression on his face.
"Well...who said anything about you being important?" He tosses out as he departs, leaving you stunned at his action and statement. A pleased undertone can still be sensed despite the statement.
K wonders why he is put here, and why the doctor figure seems to be pleased.
He looks around the room more carefully, trying to see if there's anything that can help free him.
There's one of the surgical scalpels (among other things) on a table some distance to the side, but your bed doesn't exactly have wheels, and you're somewhat tied up for the moment. Looks like you'll have to wait for someone to losen the straps...speak of the devil, here comes a guard!
"Uhm...you the guy from cell C10079?" he asks unsure of himself for some reason.
"I suppose so," K answers. "Why? What's up?"
The man fliches a bit, as if not expecting the friendly reply. Is this guy really a guard? He seems kind of skittish.
"Uhm, I'm here to take you back to your cell..." he replies.
"Are you now?" K answers. "Then why're you so nervous against someone bound to a bed?"