<div class="floatright"> (http://i1315.photobucket.com/albums/t584/Medias1/5DECED01-C1B8-4629-9C9E-3CD0954E9280-5860-00000951EFD393B1_zps67b75d7f.jpg) </div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>►<span class="bbc_u">Lunar Schiavono</span>◄</strong></span><br/><br/>Location:Lunar's room<br/>Actions: Waking up<br/>Company: none<br/><br/><br/>With a sudden jolt, Lunar awoke from his deep sleep into pitch darkness, barely registering the sounds of retreating footsteps and a slamming door. He let out a small groan, followed by a slurred curse, trying to pierce the thick cloud of drug induced delirium that plagued his mind. For a long while, he just lay there, face down on the wooden floor of wherever the hell he was. That was when his nose started to itch, eliciting a dopey grumble from him, before he reached to scratch... Only to find his arm would barely move. He had been hog tied on a brutal level.<br/><br/>The adrenaline from that sudden realisation was enough to rouse him from his number state, and suddenly he was yelling and growling, trying to break the ropes with sheer strength, then jiggling and throwing himself around as best as he could, wherupon he very quickly realised he was in a VERY cramped situation.<br/><br/>"What the fuck is this?!" He growled loudly to himself, struggling more than ever.