The first thing that Scar became aware of was voices. He vaguely noticed there were two of them; familiar ones. The words did not quite register, becoming mere fragmented sounds destined to be forgotten. An involuntary groan escaped his throat, and by the time the former lion finally opened his green eyes the voices had already stopped, instead making place for absolute silence. Silence, and darkness.
It was nighttime.
Grogginess made place for a flare of annoyance at the realization. Oh, this was simply marvelous, wasn’t it? Another day completely and utterly wasted. He must have just missed an announcement through what these humans called an intercom, though he couldn’t be certain whether it was one that signaled the beginning of the night, or simply one meant for taunting any futile efforts on the patients’ part. If anything, the other side of the room was unoccupied though Scar knew that would hardly give him any certainty. He attempted to recall anything of the announcement, but nothing came forward. All of it was nothing but a blur, it seemed.
A frustrated sigh escaped from his lips as he slid out of bed, only to nearly fall over. He struggled to regain his balance, but he managed to avoid a most unpleasant collision with the floor and somehow made his way to the desk. The movements felt incredibly awkward, as if he had not used those ridiculous human legs for a while. It was not an implication that Scar was all too willing to listen to for the moment, however.
Using the furniture for support, Scar began searching the room for his supplies. Though the artificial torch had been returned, his weapon was nowhere to be found. Great! Tonight was turning out to be quite lovely, wasn’t it? He had to wonder if the head doctor had found more of his delightful ways to inconvenience him.
Without the opportunity to drag some poor fool with him, venturing in the hallways proved to be a dangerous task. After what had happened in that doctor’s office nights ago… the idea of being alone when something similar occurred again filled him with dread. Alas, Scar did not have much of a choice, he needed a new weapon, simply because the bodies of these bald monkeys were so entirely useless for self-defense. Why humans hadn’t gone extinct just yet, the former lion couldn’t even begin to fathom. He wished they had – at least he wouldn’t be stuck as one right now.
He did not like the circumstances, yet Scar found himself heading into the hallway with nothing but the torch clenched into his human hand. Perhaps he would be able to find some poor fool in the main hall – like always, there were bound to be some idiots loitering around who could serve as a convenient meat shield...
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It was nighttime.
Grogginess made place for a flare of annoyance at the realization. Oh, this was simply marvelous, wasn’t it? Another day completely and utterly wasted. He must have just missed an announcement through what these humans called an intercom, though he couldn’t be certain whether it was one that signaled the beginning of the night, or simply one meant for taunting any futile efforts on the patients’ part. If anything, the other side of the room was unoccupied though Scar knew that would hardly give him any certainty. He attempted to recall anything of the announcement, but nothing came forward. All of it was nothing but a blur, it seemed.
A frustrated sigh escaped from his lips as he slid out of bed, only to nearly fall over. He struggled to regain his balance, but he managed to avoid a most unpleasant collision with the floor and somehow made his way to the desk. The movements felt incredibly awkward, as if he had not used those ridiculous human legs for a while. It was not an implication that Scar was all too willing to listen to for the moment, however.
Using the furniture for support, Scar began searching the room for his supplies. Though the artificial torch had been returned, his weapon was nowhere to be found. Great! Tonight was turning out to be quite lovely, wasn’t it? He had to wonder if the head doctor had found more of his delightful ways to inconvenience him.
Without the opportunity to drag some poor fool with him, venturing in the hallways proved to be a dangerous task. After what had happened in that doctor’s office nights ago… the idea of being alone when something similar occurred again filled him with dread. Alas, Scar did not have much of a choice, he needed a new weapon, simply because the bodies of these bald monkeys were so entirely useless for self-defense. Why humans hadn’t gone extinct just yet, the former lion couldn’t even begin to fathom. He wished they had – at least he wouldn’t be stuck as one right now.
He did not like the circumstances, yet Scar found himself heading into the hallway with nothing but the torch clenched into his human hand. Perhaps he would be able to find some poor fool in the main hall – like always, there were bound to be some idiots loitering around who could serve as a convenient meat shield...
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