May. 15th, 2007

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Phoenix is not feeling too good at this point.

He's beginning to wish he'd had dinner with Ivy, because he's absolutely starving now. Thirsty, too, though at least he'd had that cup of coffee with her before this all happened. Suddenly, Maya's desire for a banquet once she'd been freed made a lot more sense.

He's also beginning to feel an urge to use the bathroom. On a scale of one to ten it's more of a five, but it's still uncomfortable. Add to that the fact that he's stiff from sitting in the same position for such a long time, sore in the mouth from the gag that was stuffed so thoroughly into his mouth, and soaked with sweat from wearing layers in a humid atmosphere, and he's definitely feeling more miserable than he remembers feeling in a long time.

He's not having much luck finding anything sharp enough, either. He's been looking around, but wherever they are, it's not well lit, and he can't see anything right off the bat. It's enough to make him scream, if he could.

He wants to go home. Now.

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