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[smokedout]

WHO: Dodger, Jason and Enis
WHAT: Instead of leaving the Sphere, Dodger was just in jail for a month.

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Dodger doesn't remember most of his time in jail. The days blurred together into an endless spell of misery; he'd refused to use the network, refused to speak or sleep or even eat until he was threatened with force-feedings. He'd just watch the wall until he fell unconscious, regain his senses and stay where he lay.

When he's finally released, the first thing he does is to seek out Jason's apartment. He's too haggard from the experience to teleport inside so he knocks, unsure of how much time passes until Jason opens the door. He looks nearly the same as before, except for the dark rings under his eyes... and the haunted look that's entered his gaze.

He's also missing his hoodie, and his gauze wraps are ripped and torn.

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[blindpuppet]

Enis pushed herself up and shifted so that she was sitting on the end of the bed. She paused there before finally deciding to get up and walk over to where Dodger had staggered inside. "You look like shit." At least she was honest?

"But yeah, now that you're here it's a party. You think we can party without you?" She wondered if Jason needed help carrying Dodger to the bed but she didn't offer. Instead she stood there ready to help if needed and otherwise gestured towards the bed.

Dodger knew that Enis didn't like saying shit that was on her mind.

[smokedout]

Dodger grumbles quietly as Jason leads him into the room, but he's happy to slip onto the bed beside Enis. Still, he isn't really sure how to act between the two of them... he certainly isn't going to be feeling Enis up in front of Jason, as much as he'd like to, and vice versa.

"Nice to see you too." He mutters in vague response to both claims of him looking like shit.

He teeters for a moment before falling backward onto the bed, closing his eyes and just focusing on the relief of a soft place to lay down.

"Didn't know the two of you hung out." Or knew each other.