Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25999762-20150903165403/@comment-25826165-20150904141846

"Guh..." Art mumbled as he crawled out of the sack a few minutes after the guard had left. His elbows and knees were scraped all over, leaving him in dazed, itchy pain. His vision itself wasn't settled, making it all the more difficult to even try to stand. For a few seconds, his ears buzzed before he was accustomed to the new area he now stayed in. At least it was better then the sack. Art lifted his hand and wiped it over his face, only feeling the dirtied material of one of his favored masks. This particular piece was simple- two black dots to represent eyes and a curled grin at the bottom of the white facial cover. Thankfully, the mask allowed vision due to tiny holes at the painted eyes, yet it still obscured his own. ''Where am I...?" Art pondered to himself as he inspected his new, limited surroundings.