[How had he gotten here? He did not know. He had gone to bed the same as always, and woken up here. This wasn't The Village, or, at least, it didn't look like it. This must me another one of 2's tricks. Well, it wasn't going to work.
His hands were twitching and flexing at his sides, while the rest of him stood tense and still. He looked stiffly around, then the corner of his mouth twitched into a half smile, one that did not quite reach his cold blue eyes. He wasn't going to run around franticly this time. Number 2's plot would reveal itself soon enough. He could wait.]
((OOC: Guess this means I need to go make some Icons.))
Prisoner Number 6 | The Prisoner
His hands were twitching and flexing at his sides, while the rest of him stood tense and still. He looked stiffly around, then the corner of his mouth twitched into a half smile, one that did not quite reach his cold blue eyes. He wasn't going to run around franticly this time. Number 2's plot would reveal itself soon enough. He could wait.]
((OOC: Guess this means I need to go make some Icons.))