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whathemademe ([personal profile] whathemademe) wrote in [community profile] ten_fwd2015-02-16 12:25 am

Prince in the tower? [Open]

Jack knew every inch of his room--he'd been pacing it for long enough--and so it struck him immediately when the wall didn't end when it should. The wall was gone, in fact, and the floor was different.

In total fact, the entire room was different. Gone was Lucinda, gone was the bed, gone were the curtains he'd begun to contemplate setting on fire (but if he had a fire source he'd have a way to escape so he settled for just fantasizing about it). It had been replaced with something like a sitting area--with terribly dated designs, something like twenty years old. 

The sudden space around him, after confinement, had Jack a little disoriented and he stumbled mid-step. Also, he'd been expecting to have to stop and turn suddenly, so having the extra space to move threw him off a little. He pressed a palm against the wall, grounding himself, and flashed a vague smile at the few people who were shooting looks at him--and people, how about that

Half sure he'd finally cracked, Jack kept walking, fingertips digging into the wall hard enough to sting, chewing on the inside of his lips and gritting his teeth. "Where in god's name am I," he muttered, ducking his head to keep anyone from noticing he was talking to himself. He stopped when the wall changed again--this time not through some second change of scenery, but because Jack had reached a window. He lifted his head and stared. 

Stared at the vast expanse of space.

Drugs. He'd definitely been drugged. 

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