Convictions

[Merc]

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. >_>;;

[Kwokinator]

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 ^_^

[Merc]

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.

[Kwokinator]

He turns to his right and goes to look in the mirror... just to check if he's been horribly scarred or something.

[Merc]

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.

[Kwokinator]

"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.

[Merc]

The man continues reading his magazine, apparently not thinking that he's the one in question being asked.

[Kwokinator]

"Hey, you!" he repeated. "The one reading the magazine!  Where are we?"

[Merc]

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.

[Kwokinator]

"Disney Planet?  Of course not," he answered. "I just don't remember where we are."

"Or how I got here, really..."

[Merc]

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?"

[Kwokinator]

"Lockdown?" the man scratched his head in puzzlement. "I'm afraid I really don't remember.  Can you refresh my memory?"

[Merc]

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?"

[Kwokinator]

"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."

[Merc]

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.