Locke had been sleeping pretty peacefully, his dreams more on the pleasant side for once and, if he had had a say in it, he would have stayed that way. Of course, outside forces decided he'd slept enough.
He had just barely opened his eyes when someone grabbed his arm and 'helped' him from his bed to his feet. He glared up at the guy who looked to be some sort of military man with an odd uniform.
"What the hell?! Who are you?"
That's when the smell hit him, it reeked of things unnatural, and suffocating. It wasn't just the smell that was wrong, the room was all white and there was no breeze from the window he'd opened before going to sleep, largely because there was no window. Shock and apprehension ran through him as he came to the realization that he'd never been in this place before; he couldn't recognize it.
"You overslept and your roommate will be arriving shortly."
"What roommate? I don't know what you're talkin' about. What is this place?"
The guard guy, who was really starting to annoy the thief, gave a patronizing sigh.
"Not now, Mr. Swanson, I don't have the patience. Now, just wake up and wait quietly. They'll be here soon."
Locke huffed, biting back a comment about already being awake and took a step back from the guy, trying to re-establish what personal space he could while he took in his surroundings. The room was plain, and there was definitely another bed and another desk on the other side of the room, so the 'roommate' part wasn't a lie.
The next, and a bit more personally disturbing, thing Locke noticed was his clothes; they were not the same as the ones he usually wore. Even his beloved gloves and bandana were gone.
Whatever this place was, they'd changed his clothes, stuck him in some unfamiliar, reeking, room with a guy who was clearly under some delusion of superiority. Locke was feeling really unsettled by his confusion. He could only hope this 'roommate' would either be one of his friends or, at least, someone who could clear things up a bit.
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He had just barely opened his eyes when someone grabbed his arm and 'helped' him from his bed to his feet. He glared up at the guy who looked to be some sort of military man with an odd uniform.
"What the hell?! Who are you?"
That's when the smell hit him, it reeked of things unnatural, and suffocating. It wasn't just the smell that was wrong, the room was all white and there was no breeze from the window he'd opened before going to sleep, largely because there was no window. Shock and apprehension ran through him as he came to the realization that he'd never been in this place before; he couldn't recognize it.
"You overslept and your roommate will be arriving shortly."
"What roommate? I don't know what you're talkin' about. What is this place?"
The guard guy, who was really starting to annoy the thief, gave a patronizing sigh.
"Not now, Mr. Swanson, I don't have the patience. Now, just wake up and wait quietly. They'll be here soon."
Locke huffed, biting back a comment about already being awake and took a step back from the guy, trying to re-establish what personal space he could while he took in his surroundings. The room was plain, and there was definitely another bed and another desk on the other side of the room, so the 'roommate' part wasn't a lie.
The next, and a bit more personally disturbing, thing Locke noticed was his clothes; they were not the same as the ones he usually wore. Even his beloved gloves and bandana were gone.
Whatever this place was, they'd changed his clothes, stuck him in some unfamiliar, reeking, room with a guy who was clearly under some delusion of superiority. Locke was feeling really unsettled by his confusion. He could only hope this 'roommate' would either be one of his friends or, at least, someone who could clear things up a bit.