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[A lot of really strange things have been happening to Nick lately, but he can safely say that somehow getting kidnapped on the walk from his aunt's trailer to his car, without actually seeing anyone or even being aware that he'd been knocked unconscious, was pretty much the last thing he was expecting.

So, of course, it's what apparently happened. At this point, Nick's pretty sure he should just stop not expecting things. As soon as he doesn't expect something, that's when it's going to happen.

He takes a quick stock of the situation - not exactly liking the look of the cell he's ended up in, but at least, for some reason, whoever captured him didn't take the duffelbag full of weapons he'd had with him. A peek in the bag says they're all there, along with his both his Glocks. And a try of the doorknob, which'd been half-hearted at best, because he really hadn't expected it to open, proves to be successful.

See? Never expect things.

His cellphone isn't getting any reception, so Nick shoulders his duffelbag and pulls his gun out from its holster before ducking out into the hallway. If he can manage to sneak his way to a place that gets reception, he can call for Monroe or Hank. Or, better yet, maybe he can just find a way out of here.]

[So, uh, nonhumans, let me know if you don't want Nick to be able to tell that your character isn't human? And also feel free to have any nonhumans be able to sense something strange or dangerous/predatory about Nick!]

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Unless you count me spending ten minutes thinking I was talking to one of my captors as hurting someone, then no, it didn't. But I could claim psychological pain.

[He hitches his duffel bag up his shoulder, still slightly wary.]

So what information do you usually give to new arrivals?

Or just call it confusion and leave it at that.

[He gave a small chuckle.]

As for information, it usually involves the journals, some recent events, as well as clothing and food tend to be free.

Confusion works. Been a lot of that going around lately.

[Nick's life is one giant source of confusion, it seems.]

...so they kidnap us, give us journals that work like phones, let us wander around the place, and supply us with food and clothing? What, was the king of the castle a little lacking in subjects, and felt the need to capture people to make up for it?

Maybe, but some many of the 'subjects' are demanding answers for practically everything.

[He casually leaned against the wall with crossed arms.]

I suggested that the staff can't say much or suffer punishment for breaking a contract or oath. Or the lord of this place feels really horrible for destroying our worlds.

[There was another shrug from him.]

Really, I can imagine why anyone captured and stuck here would want answers for everything.

[He's about to respond to that first bit, but the second complete captures his attention.]

Wait, destroying our worlds?

You didn't read the note that was attached to the journal?

[He brought a hand to his mouth, as if to look appalled.]

Cute.

[He's so not buying that appalled act, but it is kind of amusing, so he gives a slight smirk.]

No, I was a little more preoccupied getting out of that cell.

[He drops his hand from his mouth and his usual grin returns to his lips.]

Like most people. Or they're demanding an explaination for things, but I'm being rather repeative now.

[The fallen arch-angel decided to pull away from the wall and offered a hand to him.]

I guess we should finally exchange names?

Escape attempts and demands for explanations are fairly typical response to being captured, I find.

[Nick reached out with his free hand to shake the offered hand.]

Nick Burkhardt.

[He doesn't comment about being held captives, but shakes his hand for a moment before retracting his hand.]

Its nice to meet you, I'm Sandrath. And before you ask, no, I don't have a last name.

[That makes him chuckle slightly.]

I know more than one person who only goes by one name. Hazards of living in Portland.

[Nick's response caused him to smirk back.]

Well, that's something you don't hear too often.

It's a popular thing there, these days. First and last names are very out of fashion.

[Even his best friend only has one name.]

Now that's a pity.

[San is most defintely invading personal space to give Nick a comforting pat on the shoulder.]

[Wow, yeah, that is a personal space invasion. Nick's usually the one that does those; he's not used to being on the receiving end. But another than a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk, he doesn't comment on it.]

I've never been much for staying in fashion, anyway.

Neither am I. I take it you're a bit of a rebel as well?

[There was a bit of a mischevious look from the fallen arch-angel and he didn't retract his hand from the other's shoulder.]

[That makes him snort in amusement, for the moment, unconcerned with the continued contact.]

You could say that. I'm probably considered something of a black sheep in my family.

Is that so? It seems we have more in common than I thought. I'm in the same position as you with my... 'family'.

[Excluding him mentioning about the whole chosing to change sides and some minor details.]

[Choosing to change sides wouldn't bother Nick at all. He's pretty much done that, deciding to ally with some of the creatures he's supposed to be hunting. Those other details, though, probably a good thing.]

There's always got to be one, huh? Sometimes it's better than fitting in.

Of course.

[A slight waver in that grin but he reapplies his expression.]

I can see this becoming a beautiful relationship.

[Nick sees that waver. It makes him think, but for the moment, he attributes it to not being entirely happy about being the black sheep. Nick can emphasize. He's not sure he is, either.]

I could, too, if I was planning on staying here long enough.

[It was painful to think back on the past, but at the same time, it infurated him. He contained his composure and finally retracted his hand. Perhaps for a moment as he spoke, the color of his eyes switched to blue.]

I've tried a few ways of getting out, but nothing has worked so far. Its been months since I first arrived.

[Changing eye color isn't exactly new to Nick, especially since he's already aware Sandrath isn't human. But generally it's only at times of heightened emotion, losing control. Then again, given their subject matter...]

Months? That's pretty much the opposite of encouraging.

There are a few who have been here longer than that, and I'm not including the staff.

[He didn't mean to come off as discouraging, but he couldn't help himself. The honest angel half would soon be forced aside by his more darker but confident nature with an annoyed sigh. This was starting to get ridiculous.]

I mean, people are still trying to get out. I can leave you to it or if you want to play investigator, pay attention to the journals.

How many people are there, running this?

[It's almost amusing, that the people who have captured them call themselves 'staff.' Like they're all at a hotel, and the staff are only there to serve.]

Thanks. It probably seems stupid, trying to escape when apparently so many others have failed, but I wouldn't be satisfied if I didn't try.

[He's a lot more subdued about his chances, though, and already starting to adjust his plans from a quick escape to a longer process.]

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