Snippet #1025786

Roarke had, under the guise of drawing landscapes and architecture pictures, started drawing out the Asylums dimensions and any room he had ever been in. The thought of cereal was running through his mind and he found himself drawing a bowl every now and again.

"Oh yeah," he said as he felt his stomach rumble. He pulled his papers close and walked over to teh table with his milkless cereal still waiting for him.

As he went through the ritual of grabbing milk and eating his mind shifted towards the nurses, doctors and this place in general. Did these people really only rely on these metal caps to keep our powers in check. It seems like an accident waiting to happen. He looked at a few of the nurses around the room. Were they more than they seemed. He already noticed the psychological attack that this placed used with the personal nurses. For example his nurse had the same eyes as his mother. Everytime he looked at her he felt a weird love as well as guilt for all the trouble he has caused her (both hers). He knew if he was going to get out she would have to be gotten rid of, but he already knew he wouldn't be able to do it himself. He'd have to get someone else to do it.

That aside, maybe the nurses had abilities too, or at least some more of defense or maybe martial arts training. He tried to picture his nurse in a ninja outfit and chuckled abit. "You never know," he muttered.

With his cereal gone he pulled his paper and pencil close and got up to draw more 'scenery' pictures of the outside of the Asylum.