A Game of Thrones

[pchwang]

"Tu entiendes?" asked a voice.

Nothing was perceptible in the darkness of the room, besides the narrow sliver of greenish-yellow sunlight that somehow wiggled its way through a crack in the stones that densely surrounded darkness within. Beyond the scurring claw-steps of the rats moving about the corners of the room, there was the distinctive rustle of scrunching clothing - fabric being folded in the most uncomfortable way, with great alacrity and surprise. It was almost as if the material was crying out in shock.

The disturbing crunch, then another - but similar - noise. A quieter one...like the cloth heaving in relief.

The two sounds that constituted a nod. Imperceptible, except to those accustomed to relying on other senses.

The sounds are repeated in succession. Once. Twice.

"Bien," said the same voice. "Enciende la luz!"

At that point, the darkness of the room was suddenly swallowed by the flames of white-hot brightness. Floodlights.

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[7:42:05 PM][6:51:36 PM] Igor (Smokey): btw terry
[6:51:48 PM] Terrance Cooper: Ye?
[6:52:00 PM] Igor (Smokey): nothin
[6:52:03 PM] Igor (Smokey): just sayin btw
[6:52:05 PM] Terrance Cooper: <_<

Johnny_Haas: you shot anti criuse speed rockets!!!
Johnny_Haas: but why????
Johnny_Haas: ??
Johnny_Haas: why you shoot criuse speed rockets?