Sep 26, 2010 14:10
[The first thing he notices is the abundance of natural light. It is not, actually, something he sees a lot of, and it's definitely not something he sees when opening his eyes after the punch he fully expected doesn't come.
The second thing he notices are his surroundings. This is not where he was 10 minutes ago. This isn't even where he was 5 minutes ago. This isn't--
--Oh, what the hell, where are his pistols?
He's so distracted by that he completely fails to notice the nearby communicator transmitting quietly.]
Jak! Where the hell are you!?
[Because clearly, the rational thing to do in an unfamiliar situation is look for the guy you're pretty sure is going to want to deck you.]
And where the hell am I?
[ooc: let's pretend I didn't totally forget about Torn, shall we? 8|]