Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20150722165754/@comment-26130256-20160224090855

Azulius Cardamom had never been much for "hard drugs". Sure, he'd sampled a bit during parties to be sociable, but he had made his fortune by his steady hands and his quick wits, and getting high ruined both of those for him.

With a low groan of complaint, he finally opened his eyes, silently wishing the anesthesia would wear off faster. Everything hurt too much to get up, so he used what senses he had to piece things together. The smell of the place was harshly antiseptic, nothing like the sweat and dirt of the rest of Beacon Prison. He heard an endless beeping from a machine next to his bed, and his hands felt all tingly.

Reaching over, he felt a large bandage on his left arm, along with several IVs of various drugs. Everything hurt. Looking over a little further, he saw what looked like one of the officers sitting on a chair, plus another standing with a shotgun. The seated one looked vaguely familiar, but the heister's head was throbbing too hard to identify him. Actually speaking took some more effort.

"The hell happened?" he finally rasped through a dry throat.