<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> Vic (M), Koriand'r (M)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy-blue hoodie, white grease-spotted shirt, brown khaki jean pants, and socks<br/><strong>Note:</strong> Too hungover to care.</span><br/><hr/><br/>Hal had been looking around at the others and listening to their paranoid questions. Should he have been as paranoid as them? Should he have asked questions? Was he feeling too comfortable about this? Shit, the guy with the helmet could fucking fly? He either had some crazy powers or some advanced technology and was conning them all. If he was trying to fool them, then he succeeded for Hal was completely fooled.<br/><br/>The ginger started speaking his conspiracy mumbo jumbo. Something about threads and shit. Hal added, “I’m not an orphan. I got a loving family.”<em>Speak for yourself.</em>He didn’t add that last thought. It wasn’t exactly something nice to say.<br/><br/>Orange girl wound up being…Tamaran? Tanzania? Tazmania? Was Tamaran an alien planet? That explained her orange skin and glowing green eyes. There also weren’t too many earth girls who were as tall as her. The realization then finally struck him like a hammer. “Dude, she’s an alien? An alien princess? Am I going crazy? Please tell me I’m crazy. I know I drank a bit prior to coming here (being kidnapped here), but I’m still not that drunk. I should be hung over, but are you fucking serious?”<br/><br/>As Dr. Fate went on to explain how he couldn’t force them to stay, Hal sat back in his chair grasping his skull as he tried to absorb all of the information. If he didn’t stay, then someone that sounded like a big deal was going to be out for him and his family. If he did stay, then he was going to be taught some things to stop these bad guys from doing exactly that. Clenching his eyes closed, Hal rubbed his skull. “I don’t know…I mean…I don’t know anything. I still don’t know what’s going on right now. You might have told me, but I still don’t understand. I just want to go back to bed, and when I’m sober and awake, I’ll take another shot at understanding all of this shit. I just can’t make any decisions right now.”<br/><br/>Hal rose from his chair and started walking away from the table as though he knew where he was going. After a few steps, he stopped, and then looked around. “Uh…how do we get out of here?”