<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/88/03/cd/8803cda331af378ebc752e5678f815e2--nick-bateman-black-opal.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Hal Jordan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=294841.msg14459790#msg14459790)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Unknown, definitely Day<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Justice Academy<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone (M)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy-blue hoodie, white grease-spotted shirt, brown khaki jean pants, and socks<br/><strong>Note:</strong> No booze? The fuck?</span><br/><hr/><br/>There was suddenly a gust in the room that grew so strong that Hal was forced to raise his arms to protect his head. His shirt rippled until the gale ended, and he peeked from the crook of his arm over to the normal man Dr. Fate had become. So he was a normal dude…with a magic helmet? Lowering his arms, Hal just stared blankly for a moment and scratched his head.<em>I am crazy…</em>he thought. He had to be. None of it made sense. He then heard Joe tell him about how there was no alcohol on the island.<br/><br/>“WHAT?!” He might have overreacted, but now this place really was hell. He was kidnapped on a dry island with aliens, goths and gingers—well there was only one but still!  He finally voiced his explosive thoughts aloud, “You can’t be serious! You got me on this island with all of…” He motioned his hands in some chaotic circle. “<em>THIS!</em>And you’re telling me not to drink? Are you nuts!? This is fucking crazy!”<br/><br/>Barry’s arrival revealed that there was an elevator. Unlike most of them, Hal had been dropped into the middle of the room. Glancing over to the elevator, Hal sighed in exasperation, his eyes narrowing. As he headed over to the elevator he grumbled under his breath, “I’m getting the fuck out of here…” He wasn’t really going to leave. He didn’t have the capabilities to make that possible, but it felt good to say it. As he entered the elevator, he waited for the alien girls to join him, having noticed their intentions to use it. He was in such a bitter mood that he had actually wanted to go up without them and close the doors on them like a dick, but he refrained. He was somewhat of a gentleman.