Posted 28 September 2013 - 11:48 PM
His head leaned against the cool, concrete walls as the smell of pungent, moldy smell tickled his nostrils. Well isn't this quite the predicament you have gotten yourself into this time, he mused to himself.
The sound of what he hoped was water dripping into a tepid pool of what was -again, he hoped - water three cells over kept a steady beat. He glanced around the rather small cell in which he currently occupied, his eyes wandering to what appeared to be rather sturdy bars. It was crude, and rather old school, but effective none-the-less.
His right hand reached to scratch the back of his head, rubbing a rather large bump on the back of it, which could explain how he ended up here; or perhaps more accurately, why he didn't exactly remember how he came to his current set of circumstances. His eyes adjusted slowly to the dim, flickering lights, noticing there appeared to be another figure in the cell in which he occupied, but they were cast in shadows.
A rodian was in the next cell over, and another figure occupied the cell to his left, but his eyes couldn't adjust to see them either. The presence of guards appeared to be lacking for the moment, but his current state of a headache told him he wouldn't be doing any daring prison breaks quite yet... unless until he better understood why he was here, and how he had gotten there.