Snippet #1694931

Jason listened intently to the voice interrupting his train of thoughts, it seemed whoever wanted to meet him. Was ready to receive him in the dining hall. Of course, he wouldn't be alone. There would be at least a handful of other's there, present to participate in 'The Elimination.' With a deep, depressed sigh, the Hermit stood up from his meditating position. And gave a hasty groan, as a pinch in his back interrupted further movement for a split second. “I suppose I'll be off then. Wouldn't want to be 'dragged' to the dining hall now, would I?” Jason gave his own words a series of eye rolling. They sure did enjoy toying with lives that don't belong to them. That was one thing he could be expecting, lots, and lots of toying with human lives. And mutant lives... The Hermit immediately scolded himself for even thinking that thought. After closing the door behind him, Jason made his way towards the elevator.

Once downstairs, it did not take Jason too long to locate the dining hall. The smell of food was quite the give-away. Though, the amazing appearance of the lobby and the hall leading towards the dining room didn't pass Jason unnoticed. Sure, he thought it was a load of... well, it was a bit excessive. Why would someone want to spend a whole bunch of money on something like this? With a soft shrug the Hermit continued his path, giving a soft gasp as he entered the large room. Luckily, Jason wasn't the first one to arrive. Two, contestants had already taken up their seat and began their meal. “It would be strange if I refused that offer...” Jason responded towards the man who told him he could fill his plate and take his seat. For a moment there, it did not feel like a prison, or a punishment at all. Somehow it made the Hermit feel not-in-place, and with that he meant his clothing was... well, out-of-place. It wasn't hard to tell that Jason was surprised by all this, wasn't this supposed to be his prison? If so, why would they do all this for criminals? It just felt, strange.

Before he took his seat, he unwrapped his long, ragged scarf from his neck and threw it over the back of the chair that was assigned to him. Even though he had filled his plate, Jason did not feel like eating. Instead, he poked the heap of food with his fork, while his mind wondered of to wherever it wanted to go. Jason just wanted things to roll, then he could get the introductions over with, decide on who is trustworthy and who isn't, and call it a day. He had better things to do, like forming a plan on how to survive, and win...