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action | a rude awakening

[Disoriented and shaking off a drug haze, Loki's power is a little less under control than usual. Fueled by his rage at the prison in which he's awakened, the sounds from the end of the hall, Room 219 to be specific, sound far from peaceful. Odd that the orderlies don't seem to hear the sounds of furniture being tossed about or the shouts of frustration.

Anyone who investigates will find a disheveled Loki standing in the center of his room and the remains of his meager furniture, breath ragged but tired, his hair in disarray. He waves a hand at the small wooden chair, the last remaining unbroken thing in his room and it flies with force into the wall, splintering, but the shards of everything seem to have stayed inside the room, though that seems physically impossible.]

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[Later, in the night, the text is sent.]

Did any of you, for one minute, think to believe the tales they're feeding you?

(OOC: If you want to do more than one thread here, I'm here for it!)