Even with his enhanced sight there's nothing but darkness to be found when Cyril opens his eyes. At first, he can't be sure he's even opened his eyes. But after feeling himself blink a couple times he has, indeed, opened his eyes.
Has he gone blind?
He tries to move his hand up in front of his face, even in the dark he should be able to make out a shadow, but he can't lift it very far. It hits what feels like wood. Granules filter down onto his face, causing him to huff.]
What the hell?
[Doing his best to keep his calm he inhales deeply, the scent of dirt fills his nostrils.
Buried, he's been buried.
Okay. It's not the first time he's been buried, his rebirth included that much, but why would he be buried again?
He shifts a bit so he can get a good angle to kick and punch at the wood above him, it's like punching stone. More dirt filters down onto him, frustrating him. Even with his enhanced strength he can't seem to break the box.
It's then that panic begins to rise. He can't suffocate, he's already dead. But he could starve and that's almost as bad as dying.]
»» PEEVED. [Today has certainly been a day.
Cyril isn't the sort with easy to push buttons, he's usually pretty laid back. But today is certainly doing it's best to get under his skin. He's stubbed his toe more time than he can recall. He's hit his shins on just about anything shin height. He almost put his own eye out at one point when he misjudged the weight of something he tried to pick up.
It's like today is out to get him.
And then he hears something that truly grates on his nerves. A small sound that most people without enhanced sense would easily ignore but he can't tune it out. It's there, impossible to ignore.
He's finally had enough and he snaps at the source of the noise.]
Would you stop that? That... That sound!
»» WILDCARD. [I'm up for just about anything so hit me.]
Cyril Thackary | Original
[Darkness.
Even with his enhanced sight there's nothing but darkness to be found when Cyril opens his eyes. At first, he can't be sure he's even opened his eyes. But after feeling himself blink a couple times he has, indeed, opened his eyes.
Has he gone blind?
He tries to move his hand up in front of his face, even in the dark he should be able to make out a shadow, but he can't lift it very far. It hits what feels like wood. Granules filter down onto his face, causing him to huff.]
What the hell?
[Doing his best to keep his calm he inhales deeply, the scent of dirt fills his nostrils.
Buried, he's been buried.
Okay. It's not the first time he's been buried, his rebirth included that much, but why would he be buried again?
He shifts a bit so he can get a good angle to kick and punch at the wood above him, it's like punching stone. More dirt filters down onto him, frustrating him. Even with his enhanced strength he can't seem to break the box.
It's then that panic begins to rise. He can't suffocate, he's already dead. But he could starve and that's almost as bad as dying.]
»» PEEVED.
[Today has certainly been a day.
Cyril isn't the sort with easy to push buttons, he's usually pretty laid back. But today is certainly doing it's best to get under his skin. He's stubbed his toe more time than he can recall. He's hit his shins on just about anything shin height. He almost put his own eye out at one point when he misjudged the weight of something he tried to pick up.
It's like today is out to get him.
And then he hears something that truly grates on his nerves. A small sound that most people without enhanced sense would easily ignore but he can't tune it out. It's there, impossible to ignore.
He's finally had enough and he snaps at the source of the noise.]
Would you stop that? That... That sound!
»» WILDCARD.
[I'm up for just about anything so hit me.]