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Stark-O awoke suddenly, his eyes groggily opening to see himself in front of a mirror. He was immediately reminded of the pain in his head and remembered why after a moment. He had broken into Abigails hotel and tried to kill the woman, which she didn't take none to kindly to of course. As his eyes opened he saw himself in the mirror, his shihaksho and kimono were gone and he had prisoner style clothing on.
Then he saw the worst part of it. His face was covered by a mask. A rather sickly looking one at that, and he hated the sight of himself, instantly trying to rip the thing off his face, but then he realized his hands were shackled to the wall. He tried to use the force to give him enough strength to perhaps twist the hinges of the thing off, freeing himself, but as he tried, he felt increasingly weaker. He now realized that he had been drugged with something that would keep his head fuzzy enough to be unable to use the force.
He slowly started to give in to his anger at the helplessness at the situation, fighting for all he was worth against the shackles, even banging the back of his head against the wall to try and free him from the mask that was currently torturing him. No matter what though, the metal still held, and the lock did not break, all he did was contiue his own suffering.
Then he thought of little Lisa. He had to get out of here and back to her! He began somewhat anew in his struggles, until a few moments later when he heard what sounded like Abigail entering her wardrobe and about to be here. He slumped back down and pretended to be be dead, thinking maybe if he could lure her in here, her be able to do something. Maybe. Probably not. He had a feeling he was just pissing in the wind, but hell, he had to try something right? He did his best to hold his breath and look as though he was deceased as he heard the secret door being opened.
@TheBrokenMadMan
Then he saw the worst part of it. His face was covered by a mask. A rather sickly looking one at that, and he hated the sight of himself, instantly trying to rip the thing off his face, but then he realized his hands were shackled to the wall. He tried to use the force to give him enough strength to perhaps twist the hinges of the thing off, freeing himself, but as he tried, he felt increasingly weaker. He now realized that he had been drugged with something that would keep his head fuzzy enough to be unable to use the force.
He slowly started to give in to his anger at the helplessness at the situation, fighting for all he was worth against the shackles, even banging the back of his head against the wall to try and free him from the mask that was currently torturing him. No matter what though, the metal still held, and the lock did not break, all he did was contiue his own suffering.
Then he thought of little Lisa. He had to get out of here and back to her! He began somewhat anew in his struggles, until a few moments later when he heard what sounded like Abigail entering her wardrobe and about to be here. He slumped back down and pretended to be be dead, thinking maybe if he could lure her in here, her be able to do something. Maybe. Probably not. He had a feeling he was just pissing in the wind, but hell, he had to try something right? He did his best to hold his breath and look as though he was deceased as he heard the secret door being opened.
@TheBrokenMadMan