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Johann & Anyone but Grell (<3) | 2345 hours | Second Floor Hallway

Aug 14, 2011 00:09

[Intro. Warning for 'offensive adult concepts' or some BS idek.]

( Cutting his threads out of respect for----ahahah who am I kidding? )

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1wholived August 20 2011, 04:15:39 UTC

The sounds of someone rattling around their room got Harry's attention, as did the sound of opening and closing doors. Halls were a bit maze-like in this place, so it took him a few turns to locate the source of the noise.

Finally, he came around the corner, finding a man standing in the hall.

"Excuse me, hello."

hisdarkdesires August 20 2011, 04:20:42 UTC

His English was fluent, but his thoughts were set on a jumbled confused rant of German, so it took him a moment to switch over and adapt to conversation with the stranger who had suddenly appeared. It was a boy, mature enough by appearance in his own way, though certainly not an adult. Spending time with an endless assortment of adolescents had him place the boy at around sixteen. probably not older. He sized him up in silence for a moment before responding.

He spoke with educated English with the hint of a European accent that you may or may not recognize as German, and had an air of propriety, as his vulnerable state had caused him to adapt less the relatable youth Captain persona and more a reserved and defensive soldier facade.

"Hello. You are?"

1wholived August 20 2011, 04:25:18 UTC

Harry had already come to terms with the fact that the people here DIDN'T know who he was. He wasn't famous here. And well, this place was strange, and he couldn't leave, but he hadn't been in any physical danger. So, the pretense of hiding his name was gone.

"Harry. And you are?"

hisdarkdesires August 20 2011, 04:43:40 UTC

With or without the mask, he was used to a straight set of reactions. Clearly, this boy did not know him. Judging by the hint of British to his accent, the boy was either very ignorant, or there was something very wrong about where he found himself. He was still going to be hesitant about what he revealed, just in case this were some sort of test, or complete mind-trip.

No one had been slipping anything into his drugs, had they? He repressed a frown. "Johann."

He stood firmly for a moment before deciding there was a chance he wouldn't find anyone else here. Might as well ask this Harry. "Harry. Do you know where we are?"

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