The strong feeling of pain clouded the head of the Japanese man, Zekiel, as he groaned, placing a hand on his head, and shaking it. Today must have been one of the rare occasions where he drank enough alcohol to knock him out cold..or maybe he hit his head? He had no clue. Not even of who he was now. Looking around from where he stood, or rather sat, on a Ferris wheel, his eyes scouting as he saw...nothing. Nothing in front of him, nothing behind him. The misty terrain obscured most of his vision as he tried looking around.
"Koko ni jigoku de nani ga okotte iru?" (What in the hell is going on here?) He muttered to himself, noticing he was not speaking in English, for some odd reason, and clearing his throat, yelling out to the others. "Harō! Desu soko ni daredemo! Harō!" (Hello, is anybody out there, hello!). He knew he could speak in English..he had before..but for some reason, he lost his ability to actually speak in English. He must've lost his memory on that, as well as his past, family, friends, likes, and everything else. He only barely could remember his name.
He noticed the wheel luckily was only 8 ft from the ground, seeing that he could easily jump down, he'd sigh, and wait for anybody else, to see if they heard him. The glass in the wheel was broken in some places it seemed, so it at least wasn't completely closed off, however, when he tried opening the door, it was jammed. "Kuso!" (Damn!) Saying this, he put a hand on his head, and shook it ever so slightly.
Thinking to himself, he'd say: Come on..think...If a door is jammed, you either kick it, or find another escape..and the glass on the window could risk me a cut on my body, in fact, it may even kill me..I don't want to risk it.
He'd sit back, pulling his feet back, and with all his might, kicked the door, the hinges breaking slightly as it flung open, his legs hanging out the open latch now, the door coming full circle! "Masaka! Īe īe īe!" (No! No no no!) The door lodged itself into his leg briefly, a surge of pain filling him as his legs were injured, yet surprisingly not broken by the force of the door. He got lucky here...he'd push the door off of his legs with his free hand, growling at the pain in his legs now, and seeing that they were bruised, bleeding even...damn! He'd look down at the drop to the ground, and sitting from where he was, waiting for his legs to recover some before he decided on jumping down, and at the same he was going to wait for someone to come by. After all, he nearly broke his legs, can't speak English, and is 8 ft off the ground. He was at least going to need someone to either catch him when he jumped, patch up his leg, or at the least, re-teach him English again..which might be difficult. He wasn't even sure if he could see when a person was near.