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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ethandrew" data-source="post: 4747302" data-attributes="member: 17456">SeventeenShifting his weight forward onto his hands, Seventeen pushes up and stands, saying to himself, "Just doesn't know when to give up, now does he? I'd have as good a chance as knocking that door down."He leans back against the wall and watches the door out of two crisp blue eyes. His smile is absent as he contemplates the words of the loon, quelling the urge to make a joke about our shadows being the ticket out of this god forsaken place.How he had ended up here, he wasn't sure. He didn't know what he'd done wrong per se, but on the macro-level it was pretty clear. It was the micro that was really bugging him. And the constant clangs and perpetual reminders of pending death did little to ease his piqued curiosity.A smell hits his nose, an unpleasant whiff of flesh and death. He screws his face and frowns, his eyebrows lowered near over his eyes. "Does anybody else smell that?" He says it to himself, more just to hear his voice. He lowers his head down and to the side and stays motionless, his eyes however active, looking all around.</blockquote>