<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/oq1iHvG.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ezekiel 'Zeke' Reyes<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Living Quarters<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Serenity, Misha, Rin<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>That's his gaming arm!<br/><hr/><br/>This was weird... Everything was so quiet, so unknown. He was definitely no longer in his room, let alone his own home. It felt just a little too much like one of his games and while he didn't complain about this, the fact that it felt like he was the only one there meant the difference between it feeling like a roleplaying game and a horror game. It may have been daylight but he half expected the corridor to suddenly turn bloody and list all his sins one by one through the corridor. Thankfully, as he looked around, he saw no such thing, but a strange person not far away... Wait, was that hair? Or were those ears...?<br/><br/>No, that couldn't be possible. Animalpeople didn't exist anywhere but online... And yet there one seemed to be standing down the hall. He stepped forward with a hand raised to speak- "Um, hello?"<br/><br/>... And immediately found that same hand grabbed, yanked behind his back and himself shoved against a wall. It was a grim reminder of his school life, when he got picked on for his lunch mkney, having his own lunch in general, or just because he was smarter than those that picked on him. However, the voice that spoke to him wasn't some deep-voiced jock but that of a rather firm-sounding woman... Though the power she packed was certainly similar. She had asked a question, and seemed to be seeking answers about his location much like he was... Her attitude simply reminded him why he preferred fictional and animated women: He didn't have to deal with abuse like this.<br/><br/>"Dirtbag? You come out of nowhere and try to break my arm for answers, and you call<em>me</em>a dirtbag!? You're a freaking psychopath, lady!" Ezekiel grimaced as he struggled to grip the wall with his one good arm. He wasn't entirely weak by any stretch, but the woman behind him was definitely trained in some style he never bothered to pick up. She sounded like the type that probably got into fights alot. Which meant she was trouble. Trouble he clearly did not need to be around.<br/><br/>"I just woke up here a moment ago, so I'm as lost as you are! Ack! F-freaking... Let go of my arm already, you lunatic!" he hissed, before looking down the hall at where the strange dog-eared person was, finding them with two other girls, both rather beautiful stunners with dark hair. Wait... Did he find himself in some strange harem simulation? Maybe that was it! Possibly an attempt to start up a virtual reality program... But he didn't remember signing up for anything... The simulation harp pain in his arm reminded him it was still on lockdown. He was about to hiss out more obscenities to the woman behind him, but one of the black-haired women stepped forward to try and help him.<br/><br/>Maybe not all flesh and blood women were bad news.<br/><br/>"T-thank you, please try and talk some sense into her! I need that arm for gaming and other things!" he pleaded with the other woman. Oh, if only he knew precisely who he was asking to talk sense into another person...