[The first thing Larry notices as he regains consciousness is that his head feels like it's going to split apart. The next thing he notices is a musty sort of smell, interspersed with the scent of something coppery.
He groans softly, trying to bring a hand up to his head; a small tug of resistance at his arm, though, tells him that he's not about to move it anywhere. That's what makes the panic finally flood his system; his eyes snap open.
When he looks down at himself, he notices that he's been seated in an uncomfortable chair, chains binding his hands. His eyes then move towards his surroundings, and he takes in the sight of dirty cellar walls.
He doesn't expect his eyes to settle on an unfamiliar form, slumped over in a chair not far from his; tied up, just like him. Before he's even registered it, he's crying out.]
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He groans softly, trying to bring a hand up to his head; a small tug of resistance at his arm, though, tells him that he's not about to move it anywhere. That's what makes the panic finally flood his system; his eyes snap open.
When he looks down at himself, he notices that he's been seated in an uncomfortable chair, chains binding his hands. His eyes then move towards his surroundings, and he takes in the sight of dirty cellar walls.
He doesn't expect his eyes to settle on an unfamiliar form, slumped over in a chair not far from his; tied up, just like him. Before he's even registered it, he's crying out.]
Johnny!