[Whether he wakes up of his own accord or due to the frenzy of one of his other suitemates, Junior leaps out of bed at once. His hand shoots back behind himself, as if reaching for something...only for a flash of further alarm to cross his face as he finds himself unarmed. Taking quick stock of himself, he realizes that each of his concealed weapons have been taken from him. Eyes darting silently from one person he shares the room with to another, he abruptly turns on his heel and bolts--but not toward the door.
Junior runs headfirst into a solid wall at full speed, as if he expecting to pass right through it, and promptly falls backward onto his bottom with a dazed look on his face.]
Exploring
[Once the initial panic wears off, it's time to take stock of his surroundings. The boy's main concern, once it becomes apparent that there's no escaping this mysterious place, is to find a means of self-defense. He takes some time in the mars room, assessing the suitability of the weapons lining the walls...and frowning at both their overall lack of efficiency and otherwise positioning above his short reach. After that comes the workshop, where the tools were less than ideal for combat, but could potentially do in a pinch. Junior turns a sculpting tool over in his small hands, carefully testing the sharpness of the edge with a finger.
The kitchen, of course, is the most promising place to swipe a knife, if needed. It would probably be more obvious if one went missing, which he considers to himself as he eyes a paring knife. He needed something easy to conceal, that would fit nicely in his hand...but hurriedly puts it back where he found it as soon as someone else joins him.]
Banquet Hall
[Eventually, like so many others, Junior's hunger gets the best of him. He doesn't trust the accommodations that's been left for them...but seeing others taking the bread and not apparently recoiling from a potential poisoning, gives in to the growling of his stomach and tentatively takes plain loaf to nibble on. The youngster promptly tucks himself into a corner, effectively cutting off any attempts that may be made to surprise him, and proceeds to watch the others who are trapped here with him.
If anyone catches him staring, he'll at least have the decency to snap his gaze down to his feet, looking every part like the contrite child he is.]
no subject
[Whether he wakes up of his own accord or due to the frenzy of one of his other suitemates, Junior leaps out of bed at once. His hand shoots back behind himself, as if reaching for something...only for a flash of further alarm to cross his face as he finds himself unarmed. Taking quick stock of himself, he realizes that each of his concealed weapons have been taken from him. Eyes darting silently from one person he shares the room with to another, he abruptly turns on his heel and bolts--but not toward the door.
Junior runs headfirst into a solid wall at full speed, as if he expecting to pass right through it, and promptly falls backward onto his bottom with a dazed look on his face.]
Exploring
[Once the initial panic wears off, it's time to take stock of his surroundings. The boy's main concern, once it becomes apparent that there's no escaping this mysterious place, is to find a means of self-defense. He takes some time in the mars room, assessing the suitability of the weapons lining the walls...and frowning at both their overall lack of efficiency and otherwise positioning above his short reach. After that comes the workshop, where the tools were less than ideal for combat, but could potentially do in a pinch. Junior turns a sculpting tool over in his small hands, carefully testing the sharpness of the edge with a finger.
The kitchen, of course, is the most promising place to swipe a knife, if needed. It would probably be more obvious if one went missing, which he considers to himself as he eyes a paring knife. He needed something easy to conceal, that would fit nicely in his hand...but hurriedly puts it back where he found it as soon as someone else joins him.]
Banquet Hall
[Eventually, like so many others, Junior's hunger gets the best of him. He doesn't trust the accommodations that's been left for them...but seeing others taking the bread and not apparently recoiling from a potential poisoning, gives in to the growling of his stomach and tentatively takes plain loaf to nibble on. The youngster promptly tucks himself into a corner, effectively cutting off any attempts that may be made to surprise him, and proceeds to watch the others who are trapped here with him.
If anyone catches him staring, he'll at least have the decency to snap his gaze down to his feet, looking every part like the contrite child he is.]