Galen Blair
After things settled down, Galen was escourted to his room again. He was told to sleep and was left alone. He considered doing as he was told like normal, but he was not tired at all. Instead, he looked around to room. it was simple, and had a desk and dresser. For whatever reason, he had no idea. He only had two sets of clothes, and nothing that he would need a desk for. maybe they just wanted to make it feel more normal? If anything, to Galen, it was a reminder of where he was. The walls were painted a dark brown with black trim, no windows, nothing. He hated it. Actually, he realised that he haldled everything quite well, until he came to what was supposed to be his "Safe Zone" This was where things were worst. Gritting his teeth, he swung one arm out raking his claws along the horrid walls. he barely felt the resistance as his thick, sharp, nails dug into the solid cement walls. four deep gashes about one foot long were left. For a moment, he just stared at the marks he made. "Huh.... that was easy." He wondered if he could tunnel through the wall, but just as he came up with the idea, he realised how stupid it was. freedom was not on the other side, for one. Second, his claws would probably get dull. even the sharpest, and strongest of blades can not endure such harsh punishment for long. And lastly, he would definately be stopped beofre he even got close.
Realising that there was nothing else TO do, he laid down on the bed. Doing so, he was a little sad that he ended up doing what he was told the one time that he decided to disobey. He sighed to himself and rolled over,. the bed creaked under his weight, He wondered how much he gained as he drifted off to sleep.
The next day, he was awoken to the two men again. "You guys could just get me a clock." he said, stairing up at them.
"Get dressed." one said curtly. Galen streached, and sat up, hanging his feet off the bed. He attempted to get dressed like normal, but found that he could only get his pants one. his remainling shirt tore to shreds around him. He rolled his eyes, and pulled the scraps of cloths off his shoulders.
"Do I have to wear a shirt?" He asked the two men. they frowned, but did not say anything. they escourted him to another room that had four other people about his age there.
"Have fun. we will be back later." one said and closed the door behind him. He glanced around at the room and smiled, nodding at whoever looked at him. He was unsure of what to do now. he was glad to be allowed to socialize, but he did not know how to start a conversation with anyting. he felt that it would be rude to just go up and talk to people. Noticing a bookshelf off to one side with a small coffe table and a few seats, he decided to see what they had. Unfortunately, the only books on the shelves were either popular classic literature and encyclopedias. Although he did not remember anything about himself, hesomehow knew about every single one of the literary books. in the end, he decided to leaf through a Brothers Grimm compilation. Soon, he forgot where he was, and all that existed were the words in front of him.