[arkaznor]

IC: Ark reflected on what had happened to him recently; Caused a psycho mud to cause a panic, get shot, running and hiding from security (which was the job he initially wanted… sort of), get knocked out shortly followed by being imprisoned, and breaking out, only to be caught in the middle of the act. In was a much more eventful day than his first.

All of this was this had caused Arks’ mentality in accordance to his situations to change from what it normally would be, in other words, he really didn’t care as much as he should of. Too much had happened, in too short a time.

Getting up, Ark announced to the small group, “Well, this has been a nice chat. It really has, but I’m going to find out just what it is that I’m supposed to be doing around here.” Brushing off some dust from his loin cloth, he continued, now turning his attention to #7 Slig, “I was employed here about 2 or three days ago, it’s kind of hard to tell in here and I was knocked out.” He said simply to #7 Slig.

Arks’ voice than took on a matter of fact tone, in which to tell the events that happened to him. “At some time yesterday, I believe, I was somehow able to frighten a dark skinned, female, Mudokon, who caused a panic by yelling at me. I presume she did so in response to approaching some Vykker, to ask him a question. Not without some cause, mind you, she had been able to get me a little angry; and my tattoos start to glow when I get angry. Anyway, People panic, people shot at me, and I ran, because I really don’t what holes or needles in me. After a chase, your security eventually caught up to me, and knock me out. I presume that they then put me in a cage, since that’s what I woke up in. The lock didn’t seem to work however.” His eyes quickly darted to the other Mudokon (Hembar), hoping that she would not react to the lie, “and upon walking out, and didn’t really want the one Vykker that just left to notice me, since he seems somehow related to why the female Mudokon panicked, and I don’t much care to know the answer to my question anymore. Upon them noticing, I asked this snoozer to take control of the situation… I didn’t want anyone shooting at me anymore, and the as far as I know they were going to experiment on me.” Shrugging his shoulders, he added, “I panicked.”

“Now if, Dek, was it?” his head turning to the Vykker, “Well, if you be so kind, as to give your account of the situation; so that I can then ask #7 Slig, just what it is that I’m supposed to be doing here?”

OOC: Let’s see if anyone responds to this, shall we?