PROJECT: Absum
There's not much to look at, really. Turning from the bars only shows you you're indeed in a cell, a cement one at that.
The ground feels cold under your bare feet, and there's really nothing on the walls. All your observation shows you is that there's a three bunk bed, a small wooden table, obviously not in the best shape, and a small abomination called a lamp.
It's barely big enough to cast that much light, so it didn't seem very useful. Someone is seated atop the top bed, legs hung over the edge, observing you.
His chocolate brown eyes are fixated on you, with obvious distaste, as if you were some wild animal.
"How long have you been staring?" you ask simply, surprised. He was the person who'd sighed behind you, you guessed.
"Long enough to know you're hotheaded." he responded, sighing once more. "Yelling at The Game Master won't get you anywhere. If anything, it'll get you in the Punishment Room."
Punishment?
In a room?
Well, that didn't seem very pleasant.
"What's your name?" you ask, not even bothering to ask what happened in the Punishment Room. It seemed straightforward enough, and you didn't need to hear the details.
"Rhys." he stated, and the look he gives you seems to be telling you he wants to hear yours as well.
The ground feels cold under your bare feet, and there's really nothing on the walls. All your observation shows you is that there's a three bunk bed, a small wooden table, obviously not in the best shape, and a small abomination called a lamp.
It's barely big enough to cast that much light, so it didn't seem very useful. Someone is seated atop the top bed, legs hung over the edge, observing you.
His chocolate brown eyes are fixated on you, with obvious distaste, as if you were some wild animal.
"How long have you been staring?" you ask simply, surprised. He was the person who'd sighed behind you, you guessed.
"Long enough to know you're hotheaded." he responded, sighing once more. "Yelling at The Game Master won't get you anywhere. If anything, it'll get you in the Punishment Room."
Punishment?
In a room?
Well, that didn't seem very pleasant.
"What's your name?" you ask, not even bothering to ask what happened in the Punishment Room. It seemed straightforward enough, and you didn't need to hear the details.
"Rhys." he stated, and the look he gives you seems to be telling you he wants to hear yours as well.