03-06-2014, 09:51 PM
Rua was staring at his arm, as he sat at that dinner table. A plate of mostly untouched food in front of him. More or less he was staring at the newly acquired tattoo on his own arm, at least it didn't interfere with his other tattoos, it wasn't his style though and it made him feel like a piece of property.
It had happened to him to, he had gotten off the airplane, having a private conversation with himself, and approached the man with a sign that had his name on it. He'd gotten in the car, rode mostly in silence save for a few whispered words to himself. When he had arrived at his room with the doctor waiting for him, he had taken the pills with a shrugged comment of them most likely being mild altering drugs. Signed his name, and very promptly passed out. He had been out for maybe a day, and awoke to this new tattoo, the information that they weren't allowed to leave. Rua took it all with a shrug. He didn't seem too concerned at all, besides, it might even be a little fun.
Though now here he was sitting here and staring at his food, surrounded by others, most of which seemed rather loopy. No doubt sedated. The idiots. Getting hysterical about things wouldn't change anything. Even if Rua did want to escape, he knew that acting irrationally and hysterical would just get him sedated and one couldn't escape if they were sedated. He poked at the number on his arm, it read "093698". Rua poked at it again before looking up at the girl that had sat down across from him. She had one of those loopy, drunken smiles on her face. No doubt she'd been sedated. He shook his head and glanced over to the empty seat next to him, as if exchanging a glance with someone who wasn't even there. "What do you think, Noa?" The words were whispered, to someone he knew wasn't really there, though for someone not really there, his questions were usually answered. Even if it was just his imagination, or perhaps just a slight insanity that had taken root in him long ago.
Rua smirked and even nodded slightly in his private conversation, as if his question really had been answered, to him it had. He picked up his fork and began to poke at his food. He ate a bit here and there, but for the most part he didn't trust it to not be drugged.
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