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[There's the sound of something heavy and wet landing on the floor with a loud 'shlop' sound. It's dark at first, but then there's some shifting and the blackberry falls onto the floor, the camera picking up a wet figure on the ground. The figure is bound up in chains, stuck with wires and tubes and other fastenings. There's a tube over his right eye and his left eye is taped shut. The bottom of his face is covered by a mask with various tubes sticking out of it. Possibly for breathing and feeding underwater? His wrists, ankles, and neck are bound in manacles. Clearly someone didn't want this person to get out, however it's unclear whether he's a prisoner or perhaps an experiment. He appears to look like a regular young boy in every other respect...

The figure on the ground spazzes and jerks in a brief without any warning. It's unclear as to if he's awake or his body is simply in shock from the obvious sudden change in environment. The body goes still immediately afterward. Then, a muffled noise emits from the figure. His chest rises and falls in sudden jerky movements... that can either be attributed to laughter or crying...

Regardless, it doesn't appear as though he will be able to free himself on his own... and conveniently enough room 10 now adorned with a shiny new nameplate is opened a crack...]
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[After hearing from Megamind about his room the teen GUNS IT to see for himself. Low and behold his room is a blackened husk of it's former self. He runs in, looking around at it desperately. There was hardly anything recognizable left of the bed... his dresser was reduced to nothing but charcoal.

He stands there for a moment, face pale and his jaw hung open. He snaps out of his trance and rushes to the only thing still standing in his room. A bookshelf. He feverishly begins rummaging through it starting at the bottom, obviously looking for something. As he does so his black berry tumbles out of his pocket and switches on to video.

Hayato continues undeterred gradually working his way up to the higher shelves. Once he can no longer reach, he steps on one of the lower shelves to hoist himself up. Just as he seems to have something in his grasp, the shelves give out, causing him to tumble onto the floor, landing on his back. He sits up, holding what appears to be the charred remains of a little wooden toy are in his soot-blackened hands. He swallows hard, and it seems that his eyes begin to water... just a little.

He just sits there looking at it. The only thing he had left to remember his mother by...
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[Fai was sitting outside with a hammer in his hands as he appeared to be hammering something lightly together, if at all. Fai wasn't really interested in doing the work or doing it as quickly as possible so instead he was taking the lazy way out and only pretending to do something when clearly he wasn't. In fact, Fai hadn't a clue to even what he was making in the first place as he stopped and started to stare for a good few moments.]

What could someone make using all this?

[Fai continued to sit there, all the while thinking of things that could be made using a couple of piece of wood, some nails and a hammer.]
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[The small child is, predictably, in the library pulling a few books out- they look like they've been setting on the shelf for years, the pages have even become stiff and the print is a bit faded- he lets the book fall to the floor as he reaches for another-not that surprised to see it's in similar the shape, only the spine on this one is starting to go.]

[Again, he boredly shoves it off and lets it fall with a loud thud before starting on a different section-he opens it, looks the pages over and shoves it off the shelf- repeating this process a good ten times before finally grabbing a book of interest-interestingly enough it's not a book any more seven year old would be able to comprehend. It's a book about some ancient legends- the book its self looks more ancient than the ones he pushed on the floor-]

[Weird someone that reads as much as this kid does would push books on the floor.]
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[Upon seeing the Manor's state Wallace couldn't help but turn his nose up, shuffling through his things and trying to sweep the dust from it. The martini cabinet Eddie fixed for him is full of probably very stale booze, which leaves Wallace more than a little annoyed. Sighing he opens his window and then starts beating the dust from his pillow. It's at that very moment he looks over to his TV and spots his games consoles buried in a thick caking of dust. His eyes widen and sharply inhales - dropping the pillow in favour of tending to his beloved consoles.]

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

[Desperately he brushes the dust from them and switches them on one by one, checking the state of his games rack. The sight very nearly makes him sob. All of the disks have lazar burns in a very distinctive circle the kind of damage caused when a mass of dust gets clogged in your consoles. All those hours he put into completing or trying to get 100% completion. Putting the disks back in their cases and places in the rack he exhales deeply, trying to get composure. Through gritted teeth he hisses, giving that pungent acidic tone.]

Fuck. You. You stuck up little bitch.
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[Mikami is standing in the entrance hall like he was frozen, staring at the messy state of the Manor.
Dirt. Chaos. Dirty chaos! All of his neurotic fears and quirks are going wild inside his brain, his breath quickens slightly.
But he forces himself to stay somewhat calm. He hadn't just survived a week on a foreign planet to lose it at the sight of an abandoned building now.
He takes a step forward carefully and breathes forcedly slow. Teru just... wouldn't touch anything now. Stay away from everything. Make his way to his room somehow. And then... He'd have to find something relatively clean to clean the rest of the room with?]

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