britbitchsnark.livejournal.com[Shaun's eyes shot open as he found himself sprawled on his bed, it felt like he was wearing clothes but with the apparent lack of curtains or blinds.. what he felt obviously didn't matter. With a quick panic he dives under the duvet.]
BLOODY HELL-- WHAT IS THIS?!
[Abstergo?! A cheap joke by Becca-- no she wasn't that intelligent. His head pops out the top of the duvet and examines the room... well it sort of looked like his room in the old warehouse with a hint of his room at Uni.. this.. This right here? This was like a god damned dream where you imagine you're in public. Naked. Embarrassing yourself - horribly. (He'd make someone bleed for this when he found them..) Sadly it wasn't one, he felt the pain vividly when he pinched his skin between his blunt nails.
Hopping from the bed, looking like some bizarre duvet monster he begins examining the desk. Notes scattered everywhere, his computer all set up an contentedly running-- ah! A Blackberry. He picked it up and scrutinised the outdated model, raising a brow, and very much oblivious to the red light - too distracted by the strangeness.]
What have you got to say for yourself, then..?
Wait it's on?! --Where the hell am I? Whoever's bright idea it was to bring me here has another thing coming! I've got much more important things to be doing right now, not that you could ever understand, so if you'd kindly take me back to my team? No? Wonderful. Thank you. Bloody tosser.
[And the feed ends abruptly. Such a Diva.]