John saw a man rising up in the corner. He tried to ignore him because he already was trying to start a conversation.TheGreatCoolEnergy said:
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Finch smiled. "Well Golly Gosh, I do believe I'm in the prescence of a Brit!" he said, in his very best exaggerated English accent. "Tell me, do you guys actually have toothpaste over there or is it just you like the yellow and crooked look?"
Finch laughed to himself and continued to drag on his cigarette. He looked thoughtfully at the other people in the room, noticing the other figure slowly getting to his feet.
"My names Finch." he said, readjusting his beanie. He took this oppurtunity to get a good look at the slightly older man. The first thing that crossed his mind was that this man was deffinitely ex-millitary. "The eyes son," his dad used to say "the eyes of a killer are as clear as the grass on God's green Earth." This man looked like he had killed, sure, but there was also something else there.
...Sadness?
Reforming his attitude a bit, he walked over and extended his hand. "Hey, sorry. This is all a bit new to me ya dig? So whats your name pops?"
Finch laughed to himself and continued to drag on his cigarette. He looked thoughtfully at the other people in the room, noticing the other figure slowly getting to his feet.
"My names Finch." he said, readjusting his beanie. He took this oppurtunity to get a good look at the slightly older man. The first thing that crossed his mind was that this man was deffinitely ex-millitary. "The eyes son," his dad used to say "the eyes of a killer are as clear as the grass on God's green Earth." This man looked like he had killed, sure, but there was also something else there.
...Sadness?
Reforming his attitude a bit, he walked over and extended his hand. "Hey, sorry. This is all a bit new to me ya dig? So whats your name pops?"
John was amazed at how calm and yet worried Finch was, and tried to follow suite: "My name is John, and i'll happily take a cig if you have some left, o great hulk. *looking to the man in the corner* oh hello, who has waken up here, and to answer your question, my friend, we are in hell.Gorrister said:
Are you a writer, because that was good.
Jason slowly approached the men smoking. "Hey you have a lighter? Maybe we could get some light in here, see if there is anyway out."
Aha, nah, I just study English Lit and Language that's all. Thanks though 
Finch handed John a cigarette and gave him one of his matches to light up with. Turning to Jason, he cracked a smile, a smile that had got him into so much trouble in the past.
"Afraid not man, I go old school, matches all the way ************." he said, and chuckled again. There was the very real possibility this whole experience was driving him mad. Wrestling with his mind, he finally managed to maintain a clear thought.
"Keep a cool head Finch. Things could always be worse. You could be back home."
He tossed Jason the box of matches and procceeded to sit back down. His head was racing a million miles an hour. "Fuck that," he thought "Any faster and I'll be hitting Warp speed, to boldly go where no ************ had gone before." He tossed the cigarette on the floor, still half lit, and sighed deeply. He buried his head in his hands and was breathing quite slowly.
"So, who else is getting Saw 7 impressions in here?" he said outloud, hoping to get a laugh out of either of the concious folks.
Audrina shot up in a panic, hey eyes wide open and her head screaming in pain. All she remembered was a stressful flight mix-up, then a pinprick and nothing but black. She let out a soft moan of pain, holding her head in between her hands as she tried to stop the room from spinning. Her spine shot cold for fear as she realized she had no idea where she was or how she got there. Sitting up from the ground, she steadied herself on a nearby chair. There was nothing distinct about the room and it brought goose bumps to her skin as she looked around at the unfamiliar faces. "Where the hell am I?" she asked, cutting straight to the point. She decided to keep her distance from the others for now until she had some answers.
"Funny"
Sebastian stood up again, and stretched his arms, testing his muscles. "At least i'm fine myself, no major problems".Suddenly a burning sensation flared up from inside his chest, right where his heart was. Stratch that! If only i had taken my medicine with me!
Feeling light headed, Sebastian sad down again, this time in the corner of the room. Panting, the burning feeling slowly disappeared.
Sebastian stood up again, and stretched his arms, testing his muscles. "At least i'm fine myself, no major problems".Suddenly a burning sensation flared up from inside his chest, right where his heart was. Stratch that! If only i had taken my medicine with me!
Feeling light headed, Sebastian sad down again, this time in the corner of the room. Panting, the burning feeling slowly disappeared.
Finch didn't look up and kept his head in his hands. "Miss, I know we've just met, but I think I should tell you I'm not a morning person. Or a post-drug-induced-sleep person, so please, keep your voice down." His head was throbbing and he could taste blood running down the back of his throat. He hocked up and shot a glob of blood-clotted phlegm onto the floor a few feet in front of him.
"Ack, thats better." He grinned contentedly at the mess he had just produced. "Looks like I just coughed up a lung huh?" he said, smiling at Jason and John. "Now Miss," he said, wheeling around to face their newest companion. "I'm Finch. And you can stop looking at me like I'm going to run over there and ravage you. You ain't my type. I'm also failry sure Johns married, or at least I hope he is considering he looks like a family man. As for this guy.." he said, inclining towards Jason. "Well I dunno about him, although he doesn't look too rapey to me." he said, a smile on his face showing Jason it was all in good fun.
"So tell me miss, what's your name?"
"Ack, thats better." He grinned contentedly at the mess he had just produced. "Looks like I just coughed up a lung huh?" he said, smiling at Jason and John. "Now Miss," he said, wheeling around to face their newest companion. "I'm Finch. And you can stop looking at me like I'm going to run over there and ravage you. You ain't my type. I'm also failry sure Johns married, or at least I hope he is considering he looks like a family man. As for this guy.." he said, inclining towards Jason. "Well I dunno about him, although he doesn't look too rapey to me." he said, a smile on his face showing Jason it was all in good fun.
"So tell me miss, what's your name?"
"I hate Saw." was all Jason said. He began searchin the room for a candle or lamp or something he could light with these matches. "So where we all from? I'm Canadian" he said outloud.
"Holland. The name's Sebastian by the way."
His eyes began to adapt too the dark, and he could see the outlines of 4 people. Then he realized something. Searching his pockets with one hand, while the other clamped his chest, he found his lighter. A second later a small but beautiful flame appeared slightly above his hand. Never thought i would be glad to see you.. He chuckled a bit, thinking of the irony.
His eyes began to adapt too the dark, and he could see the outlines of 4 people. Then he realized something. Searching his pockets with one hand, while the other clamped his chest, he found his lighter. A second later a small but beautiful flame appeared slightly above his hand. Never thought i would be glad to see you.. He chuckled a bit, thinking of the irony.
"Well I'm sorry if I'm a little worried at all after having been drugged then waking up in a sketchy room with no one familiar," she spat at Finch, her voice raising as she felt herself growing unease from confusion and adrenaline. She clenched her teeth before taking a deep breath and trying to regain her composure. "I'm sorry, that was rude of me, I guess I'm just a little on edge right now," Audrina admitted adding on a forced and nervous chuckle. "I'm Audrina, I'd tell you it's nice to meet you but under these circumstances I just don't see it fitting," she smirked. Turning towards the rest of the room, she looked around for any indication where they were. "I take it no one has any idea what this is all about?" she asked trying her best to keep her voice even.
Rachael stood up, Stumbling, Hey, Anybody there?? She walked over to the people smoking, Umm.. You do realise theres probably no holes in the this thing right? So your going to choke us to death She walked over to the other girl, Hey, Im Rachael, Mind if i sit here?
John says with a worried face: "i'm not feeling so goo...*falls to the ground*"
I have to go to bed now, it's 1 o clock here (at night)
Finch laughed at the girls attempt of psuedo-agression. Still he decided to hold his tongue (and for Finch, that was a very hard thing to do) and press on with the information gathering.
"Not a clue darlin'" he said with a purposefully chavanistic tone heavy in his voice. "Nor who put us in here or why. Hell I'm not even sure of the how yet, to tell you the truth." he said with a grin.
Finch Adams was no idiot. A smartass, maybe, but smartass-ery doesn't come from being an idiot. The one thing he knew for certain is that no one knew for certain what the hell was going on. A good spark, and this poowder keg could go off in a flash bang and WHAM! You got a riot on your hands. It was best to keep a cool head. That way he could at least act as an alkaline to this already bubbling over situation.
He walked over and sat betweeen the two new gal pals. "Y'all don't mind if I sit here do you?" he said, an innocent inflexion masquerading a wise ass remark he had decided to stow.
Before they could be aquainted, he had noticed John collapsing. Luckily, he threw his weight in front of him just in time. "Woaaaah here big fella, ease up okay? Lets not get too exicted now!" he said, the grin still stapeled on his face.
"Not a clue darlin'" he said with a purposefully chavanistic tone heavy in his voice. "Nor who put us in here or why. Hell I'm not even sure of the how yet, to tell you the truth." he said with a grin.
Finch Adams was no idiot. A smartass, maybe, but smartass-ery doesn't come from being an idiot. The one thing he knew for certain is that no one knew for certain what the hell was going on. A good spark, and this poowder keg could go off in a flash bang and WHAM! You got a riot on your hands. It was best to keep a cool head. That way he could at least act as an alkaline to this already bubbling over situation.
He walked over and sat betweeen the two new gal pals. "Y'all don't mind if I sit here do you?" he said, an innocent inflexion masquerading a wise ass remark he had decided to stow.
Before they could be aquainted, he had noticed John collapsing. Luckily, he threw his weight in front of him just in time. "Woaaaah here big fella, ease up okay? Lets not get too exicted now!" he said, the grin still stapeled on his face.
Rachael ran over to John, who had landed on Finch, Are you okay?
I think he's unconcious, you might wanna put him somewhere for now...
I think he's unconcious, you might wanna put him somewhere for now...