Cards says *Behind the door numbered 34 a rather young man made his perch among a large window. It was just as grim outside as his outlook on his current situation, although his garb didn't exactly cry out distress. A bright red vest with golden trim wrapped comfortably around his front, underneath such was a long sleeved shirt traditionally popular to the time; fitting loosely around his waist as a pair of raven black pants with golden embroidery up the side of the thigh. His light red eyes reflected an anxious and most certainly frightened light from them. Underneath of his left sleeve was a fresh needle mark which had been merciless in leaving a nasty bruise. This prison (and in his mind he saw it as such) had been his home for the past few months, everyday nearly the same with nasty surprises thrown in on occasion to keep things interesting, or to keep his anxiety climbing. Yes, it was his fault that he was there, due to simple human error in his own deck of cards he had somehow managed to hop to the closest next dimension, and this one was nowhere near as open minded as the one the strange white haired man came from. For fear of having more tests done he had in fact hidden his large rabbit rabbit ears that normally sat atop his head. In his mind he happened to go from Mad Tea Party to mad test subject all in about an hour's span of time. Hope of escape was slowly dwindling away as every day passed and every 'treatment' was administered. * ((No worries, starting these off isn't necessarily my forte either. ;u;))
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