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[It was late in the afternoon when Ken finally went outside after that night. He was sore and stiff as hell but he knew that if he didn't move around it would just get worse. Besides, being inside and angry about not being able to beat the shit out of his captors wasn't doing much for his mood anyways.  This place made him sick and he hated the fact that for all his skills at doing things about shit like this, he couldn't this time.

Ah. It was time to take another look around, maybe there was something he missed.  Everything's better after a walk. Ok maybe not, bruises on the soles of your feet don't make walking pleasant but he tried to ignore it.

He'd had worse after all, at least this time they didn't use a 2 x 4]





[[ooc: He's out and about, with a smile on of course, but with a shorter temper then usual.  Have at him.]]

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[How's it been? Certainly a shitty time to see each other, right? Hughes was just droned and had an unpleasant nap back home, so he wasn't entirely exhausted, but he definitely looked like he'd been through the mill. Besides the missing hand, he had bruises, scrapes, cuts, and any of the above. He was also pretty drained...

But, he'd calmed considerably after he tried to burn down City Hall, thanks to Winry. And he'll do his very best to smile back, though it's a bit empty this time around. At least he had time to think, maybe sort out some of that emotional turmoil.

Didn't make this place any more manageable.]

Yo, Ken.

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[He considerably brightens when he sees Hughes. Smiling hurts but he'll do it all the same.]

Hughes! Boy am I glad to see you! I was worried!

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[Smiling literally hurts, am I right? He pockets his hand and stumped forarm, finding it a bother to move them anymore, with all the aching he was doing.]

I've had a few close calls, but I'm still alive and kicking. You're all there, right? Nothing missing or broken?

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[Ken shook his head slowly]

No. Nothing that drastic, I got off pretty easy. I just got worked over by what feels like steel toes. Are you ok? You look worse then I feel.

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[He shrugged, and dammit all if it didn't hurt to even do such a simple gesture as that. And he laughed nervously.]

To be honest, no. My arm hurts so much I've considered just knocking myself out, but then I realized I'd just be adding a concussion to the list. This lack of medical equipment certainly isn't doing wonders for anyone here...

And it seems like the injured list is growing every second.

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Hughes...[He wanted to ask, but knew from experience that would make it hurt more for the other man, so he didn't.]

Yeah, tell me about it. The only thing we have around here for painkillers or antiseptic is the god damn vodka and even that's running short supply! This is fucking insane man!

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There's going to be a big problem when the vodka runs out, let me tell you--no one will be able to treat wounds, but they're be even angrier to know they can't get piss-drunk around here.

[He cracks a smile at the thought.]

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Fuckin' drunks. [Ken grumbles and sighs, running a hand through his hair.]

This has to end soon or else things are just going to get worse and it won't just be the fault of who ever's in control of this.

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Hey now, you and I might be drinking ourselves into idiocy in a few days, if this doesn't let up. I know for a fact I'm going to try avoiding sobriety if I get jammed in a goddamn beet shredder.

[He blinks, looks over across the cityscape.]

Trust me, I've tried... And, if it's worth anything, I'll keep trying. I've got a wife and daughter waiting for me in my world, and the way I see it, I was given a second chance, coming to Mayfield. I can't really regret waking up there.

So... I'll keep trying, until I can go home.

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I know you'll keep trying. We all will. As for getting sloshed out of my mind, not on your life pal. [Ken generally avoided alcohol, mainly cause he was the easiest drunk in the world compared to most people.]

I'm going to keep trying. I'll force my way out of this place and I will make it HELL for those who put us here!

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[Hughes smiles.]

That's the spirit.

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And believe me. I know hell well enough to recreated it.