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Roaring like a beast, veins popped from the Sandman's neck as he roared into the darkness of his prison. He had just been free, tasting it for just a second before that female thwarted him with whatever the hell kind of magic she summoned. He knew he'd sensed magic from her, but to think she was powerful enough to send him back. It was an irksome discovery to say the least, especially when it wound him back in this infernal place. As his thoughts roamed and his rage began to quell, once the wind from his lungs had left him, the man fell begrudgingly back to sit in defeat. Imprisoned once again. The thought made him huff out of his nose while his eyes flickered to his hands. A look of ponderance crossed his features while he flexed them open and closed as he recalled the feeling of her flesh against his palms surface. The odd sense of deja vu sent a shiver down his spine. <br/>
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Who was she...? Was she a friend or foe?<br/>
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The thought bothered as he raised one of his hands in front of him to produce sand from his palm. The small granules slowly moving by his will to form her image. At a look, she wasn't anyone he recognized, but deep in his soul, there was some part of him that ached beneath the darkness that made him the Sandman. Once just a man. . . He couldn't even remember his name anymore, but then again she'd called him something. What was it again? It made his head hurt trying to think of it, not like it mattered since he couldn't be who she thought he was. It was probably just his imagination and hers. Just like a dream, it must've been all in his head what he'd heard, what she'd said was just a name to call out of desperateness.  Nothing that related to him. <br/>
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And yet...the part of him that ached wasn't so sure., but there was no way to find out anymore. Trapped in his box, he probably spooked her enough that she wouldn't be using it anymore. He knew by the sensation in his hands that he'd marked her, and marks like those would spook anyone, let alone a lone female living by herself, or that's what he thought. <br/>
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As the time passed in his prison, he had no way of knowing how much time had actually gone by, but to his surprise the next time he woke from his slumber the surroundings were familiar, <i>very</i> familiar, it wasn't long before the sensation of the air hit his bare skin that he knew. . . He was released again. Struck in awe by his luck, he stood there in the middle of the room in disbelief that this moment was actually happening. With what happened last time he was certain that he'd be stuck in that box forever. "I'm free..." He breathed the words as his gaze lowered in the dark room to his feet and back up to his hands. Eventually his gaze began to wander, looking for an exit. He hadn't bothered to search for the girl, having learned his lesson the first time. He wasn't about to waste his energy on fruitless endeavor like killing her, knowing that she had the power to seal him. He had no plans testing fate.<br/>
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Walking towards the door it was when he reached for the handle that a movement caught his eye. Half turning around to look, it was in his poor judgment to do so when he was met by a blinding light, though different from the last time. He used his hand to cover his eyes as the blinding white light shone on him. Through narrowed eyes, he just barely managed to make out a form as the figure continued to blind him with whatever device they wielded. "Fucking hell, enough already!"  His patience running thin as the light continued to blind him. He eventually stepped away from the door and towards the darkness to try and escape the light, tripping with whatever hard object was on the floor. He tumbled onto his back, growling as he glared past his hand. <br/>
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"Who are you?"<br/>
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