[center][h3][color=#1E4FB6]Damon Lawrence[/color][/h3]

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Location: [i]Kidnapper's hotel... how'd they get one of these?[/i]
Interacting with: [i]Reza [@didos], & Danielle [@Witch Cat][/i][/center]
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The corridor had been totally empty and quiet for a few minutes, as Damon gazed around, puffing on his cigarette. It had emulated the distinct, creepy feeling he had always felt in such isolated places - hotel's were a favourite concept in horror movies, after all. He half expected to see two little creepy ghost girls appear by the doors of the elevator, asking him to "come play forever."
Yikes - he read too much Stephen King.

However, such ponderings were brought to a halt as two doors opened, near simultaneously; opposite ends of the corridor, two girls exited the rooms. One, confused; the other, fairly furious, if her storming glare was anything to go by.

[color=#1E4FB6]"Huh - so I'm not alone on this strange little adventure."[/color] He began, attracting both of the individual's attentions with a somewhat apathetic puff of his cigarette. [color=#1E4FB6]"I assume you came here the same way I did? And also received that... cute little note?"[/color] Cute, perhaps, wasn't the best word to use for their current situation. However, any panic or worry Damon currently felt was overtaken by some twisted form of excitement - it was quite a rush, and something he felt no need to dampen.

[color=#1E4FB6]"I'm Damon - pleasure to meet you ladies."[/color] He paused then, looking between the two with a slight smile; one he hoped looked friendly, for he had no wish to intimidate the others in any way. He was aware some people felt fear... or in the other woman's case, anger, far more easily than himself. [color=#1E4FB6]"Care for a smoke?"[/color]