Intro. Aphro. No event.

Feb 16, 2010 17:24

Laguna was no teenager. He was a soldier, professionally. He knew who he was, he knew what he wanted in life. Big bad soldier, with a big bad gun. Very big, very bad...

He was also, at the moment, very trapped.

The man winced, feeling the usual cramp in his leg making its presence known as he rattled at the chains on his wrists, keeping his arms stretched out above his head. If he tried hard enough, he might be able to pull himself u-- owowowowOW - alright, maybe not. And then there's the problem of clothes. Laguna might have spent a good part of his childhood jumping into pools butt naked, that was his childhood, which was more than a decade ago, almost two, in fact. The idea of running down corridors, trying to find his way out of this... WhereverThisIs prison, without as much as a pair of boxers on was-

Ow. There went his leg again. Bloody muscle cramp.

Laguna sighed, and finally decided to resort to the solution that he always resorted to whenever things went pear shaped for him.

"WAAAAAAAARD!!!! KIIIIIROOOOS!!!! HELP ME!!"

[ooc; here, have a pre-Winhill Laguna. Men and women welcome. He's about as clueless as a brick though, so... yeah. Have fun?]

series: final fantasy viii

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