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[Ron has not been having a very good... well, a good month and change here in Luceti. His girlfriend disappears after he finally manages to get things normal between them again, there were monsters flying around on his bff's birthday, and then he was kidnapped in the middle of the night not too long afterward. On the upside, he put up one hell of a fight. On the downside... he's been paying for it through the nose ever since.
He has no idea that he's been gone for nearly two weeks, since the days just sort of melded together. Torture does that to you, especially the psychological kind. Not that he doesn't have his fair share of physical hurts, of course, since he tried repeatedly to fight his way out, but it was the mental stuff that was really... well, mental.
He hasn't eaten or drunk much of anything in a long time and right now, his vision is grainy at best. There are trees, lots of trees, and he knows that mostly because he keeps bumping into them and scraping his outstretched hands against them. Much as he hates the idea of using that ruddy journal he can feel in his pocket, he doesn't really see much of a choice.]
H- Harry?
[Ouch... no, those words aren't coming out right at all, and his throat's gone all hoarse. Best make this quick.]
Harry, 'm in the woods. Come find me, yeah? Or anybody, really. Dunno how long... I can....
[To hell with this, that book's too bloody heavy right about now, and so's his whole body. Anyone who does stumble across him is going to find that he's still conscious and able to speak (after a fashion), but he's collapsed on the ground and looking like a right mess, all bloodied up and such, especially around the eyes. Come help a wizard out... or laugh at him. Whatever works.]
He has no idea that he's been gone for nearly two weeks, since the days just sort of melded together. Torture does that to you, especially the psychological kind. Not that he doesn't have his fair share of physical hurts, of course, since he tried repeatedly to fight his way out, but it was the mental stuff that was really... well, mental.
He hasn't eaten or drunk much of anything in a long time and right now, his vision is grainy at best. There are trees, lots of trees, and he knows that mostly because he keeps bumping into them and scraping his outstretched hands against them. Much as he hates the idea of using that ruddy journal he can feel in his pocket, he doesn't really see much of a choice.]
H- Harry?
[Ouch... no, those words aren't coming out right at all, and his throat's gone all hoarse. Best make this quick.]
Harry, 'm in the woods. Come find me, yeah? Or anybody, really. Dunno how long... I can....
[To hell with this, that book's too bloody heavy right about now, and so's his whole body. Anyone who does stumble across him is going to find that he's still conscious and able to speak (after a fashion), but he's collapsed on the ground and looking like a right mess, all bloodied up and such, especially around the eyes. Come help a wizard out... or laugh at him. Whatever works.]