Dimitri Needs Some Love

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[Dimitri Allen enters the lobby confused. How could he be just walking out of his apartment, and ending up in such a strange place? He looks around him and raises an eyebrow. This isn't even scientifically possible unless the medication he obtained from the doctor was acting up at him.]

[What else was he to do? The only thing he could was hope there were other people here.]

Hello! Is anyone here! I didn't break into this building did I?

Someone?!

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[Curled up in a corner of the lobby, there's a little boy, sobbing into his knees. He's smudged with ash and dirt, and one of his knees is skinned and bleeding. There's a scarlet hand-print starting to blossom on one of his cheeks, too. He doesn't know where he is, or what's going on - his face and knee are hurting, but that's nothing compared to the fact that the last thing he remembers is pushing through the crowd to try to get to his parents, being held back and slapped by that man. And now he's in this place, with no idea what this place is, or how he got here, or where that man or his parents or anyone has gone.

Anyone care to come and help out a poor babby Clive?]