[rp- locked to those involved]
Somewhere along the way, Verbal had passed out.
He wakes up now, cheek pressed against the hard cement floor, eyes stinging, with the sensation that finally, finally he can move his body. For a moment, he's afraid that everything has regained movement but his arms, but then it occurs to him that they're bound across his chest in a straitjacket.
He coughs. He's got a strange taste in his mouth, like muted vegetables and carpet. His eyes are killing him. The room is pitch black.
'I'm not dead yet,' is a hope, something to cling to, but it's the only one he has. In his head, he tries to curse the Nexus, curse himself, but the words run over top of each other.
He starts twisting his legs around, hoping to position himself on the floor so that he can get up. He's not going to just wait around, that's for sure.
He wakes up now, cheek pressed against the hard cement floor, eyes stinging, with the sensation that finally, finally he can move his body. For a moment, he's afraid that everything has regained movement but his arms, but then it occurs to him that they're bound across his chest in a straitjacket.
He coughs. He's got a strange taste in his mouth, like muted vegetables and carpet. His eyes are killing him. The room is pitch black.
'I'm not dead yet,' is a hope, something to cling to, but it's the only one he has. In his head, he tries to curse the Nexus, curse himself, but the words run over top of each other.
He starts twisting his legs around, hoping to position himself on the floor so that he can get up. He's not going to just wait around, that's for sure.