| Jun 9, 2014 23:57:02 GMT -5 |
Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2014 23:57:02 GMT -5
It was common knowledge that everyone referred to the passage of time down here as one being slow and agonizing to say the least. Matthew wasn't about to argue with that either, hardly knowing exactly what year it was or how long a passage of time had passed since he knew what day it was or when his birthday came around. He roughly recognized that it had been at least three years since he had been down here, although he wasn't exactly sure at all and wouldn't have been able to tell to save his life. However, he had promised himself that whenever he got out of here he would disobey his master no matter what just to find a calendar and re-familiarize himself with the exact date and year. Maybe then he could know just how old he was and start keeping track better this time instead of being caught unexpectedly after he had already lost his memory.
However, unlike a lot of mutants, Matthew never found himself particularly bored. Each week brought something new. Or at least it did when there was always something to be done like being moved around, talking to people, setting little quests for yourself and goals, and ultimately trying to survive to see the next week come around. He was never truly bored even if he had a lot of time to think on his hands and often claimed boredom throughout the day. At least he knew that the next day would always bring something new, and it was like a little present to himself and was probably one of the only things down here that kept Matthew going throughout the day. Even when he found himself beat up and curled up in misery, he could always look forward to the next day when he wouldn't have to serve in the arena and could perhaps do something else less dangerous.
Not all changes were good, though. As of right now he was curled up in misery on his side, shivering in violent fits as the temperatures dropped in response to the darkened nighttime and his clothes provided little comfort against the breeze wafting over him. It also didn't help that he hadn't been feeling well lately either, repulsed by any food given to him and fearing that anything he could choke down would just result in vomit that would be unfair to his cell mate. So he simply refrained from eating anything and tried to lie down as much as he could, fearing the dizziness that accompanied too much movement and shivering away each night as violently as the last and the ones to come. It was a miserable existence right now, but at least something had changed. At least he had something new to contend with, to try to beat out lest he never get better. But it was still worrisome.
He had been alone for a few days now, having lost his last cellmate what he guessed was only a couple days ago. So he was alone now, somehow breaking a shivery sweat despite the freezing temperatures that plagued him now and only slightly differed and warmed up during the day. Matthew pulled his arms closer to him as a guard swept by his door, the beginnings of the morning shift, or so he assumed. The guard paused and then rapped on the bars, rousing a distant part of Matthew's mind. It was like he was thinking from a distance now, but he was getting much better than he was a couple of days ago when he couldn't even move, much less function cognitively.
Shoving himself up into a sitting position, he waited until the dizziness passed before picking up the piece of bread he hadn't eaten. He ripped off half and threw it on the bed for whatever found it, before stumbling to the door and turning around with compliance. At least this guard was being particularly nice today, probably too much asleep to actually gather up the nerve to be rude. Besides, Matthew didn't think he could come up with anger to resist anyway. He waited until the cuffs were snapped around his wrists and let himself be led out of the cell, hardly noticing the other guard that had just joined them. Some distant part of him was laughing at how such a low security mutant he was, probably one of the least dangerous living here. But for now he sleepily let himself be shoved forward, his shuffling feet never slowing or speeding up but remaining constantly in their own motion.
He shifted patiently as they unlocked the new cell he was being placed in, and shuffled in, letting them lock the door and unlock his wrists at their own pace. It wasn't like Matthew was in a hurry anyway, having already reached his destination. He shifted into the closest bed he could make out, and immediately curled himself back into a ball.
He didn't remember when he fell asleep exactly, only knowing that when he woke up he certainly felt a lot better; not quite so dizzy and the beginnings of a small appetite. He wasn't exactly sure what woke him up either, but he was suddenly aware of movement somewhere around the room and sat up quickly, wincing at the sudden shift and the spotty black that swept across his eyesight. However that went away and he glanced out the door, trying to distinguish what time it was...maybe early afternoon? Shrugging lightly, he glanced over at his cell mate curiously, waiting politely for them to say something if they so wished. He remembered that there was indeed mutants who hardly spoke at all, preferring to live in their own world and deny any of the other mutants around them or their situation. He felt like he should have put a name to a face, and he did remember this cellmate, but he was simply too tired and so remained passive. He would remember soon enough.
Notes: Sorry! I was a little late.
