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[OOM: You might remember some Political, Things, Happened to Preston the last time, that resulted in him being put into the cells.
Things have gotten Much, Worse]
A door opens.
John Preston was not expecting this. Not by a long shot. Pain physically assaults him as he clings to the walls of the bar-before being thrown back by the sensation it produces.
Stifling a cough, he wraps his hands around his shoulder-stepping inside-
Only to have the door slam shut behind him.
"...No-." It's worse then any of the other times he's been stuck here, "-Oh no, no, not now, please not now-"
He's practically pleading with the wall to open.
But after a few minutes, he accepts that it's no use-and walks-oddly. As far away from the window as he can get. He's trying to make it to the booths in the back.
Catch him! You know you want to.
Things have gotten Much, Worse]
A door opens.
John Preston was not expecting this. Not by a long shot. Pain physically assaults him as he clings to the walls of the bar-before being thrown back by the sensation it produces.
Stifling a cough, he wraps his hands around his shoulder-stepping inside-
Only to have the door slam shut behind him.
"...No-." It's worse then any of the other times he's been stuck here, "-Oh no, no, not now, please not now-"
He's practically pleading with the wall to open.
But after a few minutes, he accepts that it's no use-and walks-oddly. As far away from the window as he can get. He's trying to make it to the booths in the back.
Catch him! You know you want to.