Being Without someone you love

Thrax Woke up. He expected to see Jasmine sleeping next to him, but she wasn't even in the room. Neither was Ariel. "Fuck..." He looked around the room. There was another woman there, but she was sleeping. Thrax went and tried to wake her up.

He sighed and looked at the first aid kit. I wonder if it has the things I need for a tattoo gun. He went over and looked inside. In it there was Alcohol - Thread - Needle - Bandages - Adhesive bandages - Stethoscope - Disposable gloves - Plastic tweezers - Goggles - Alcohol rub - Thermometer - Space blanket - Cotton swab - Aspirin - Epineprhine autoinjector - Paracetamols - Ibuprofen - Naproxen. Damn motor. He put the contents back in the box. Then laid on one of the mattresses.





{OOC: I just copied what the villain said there was in villain says}

Anastasia woke up facing the wall and gave a little sigh. She turned over and saw a man there, who was definitely not Aladdin. Was that a human?

"He...Hello?"

He turned around, "Oh hey there. I'm Thrax." He held out his claw to shake her hand.

She looked down and saw a claw. She just gazed at it before shaking it nervously.
"Hello. I'm Anastasia."

He let go of her hand, "I think we talked threw the wall once."

"Yes, I believe we did. I was with Aladdin and you were with Jasmin and Ariel."

"Ya. I'm glad we finally got to meet." He smiled.

She smiled back at him. He didn't seem to be harmful.

"So, we've both been here not a long period of time." she looked around.

"What do you like to do for fun?"

"Well I really like tattooing. I was gonna try and make a tattoo gun here, but i dont have a motor to make one." He sighed, "What about you?"

"Well, I usually just talk with my room mate or we find something to do."

"Well what ya wanna do?" He looked around the room. There was pretty much nothing.

"Hmm..." Anastasia and Thraw looked around the room.

She looked back at him.

"Usually my room mates and I told each other about ourselves. What was your life like before coming here?"

"Well I used to be a plastic surgeon. I would give people any surgery they wanted, and since I did it on the streets, it was cheeper than going to an actual doctor. I had alot of clients. What about you?" He didn't want to tell her about the drugs and killing people. Not just yet.