today until eternity
WHO: Adam Monroe and Elle Bishop
WHAT: Bored out of his immortal mind.
WHEN: He's losing track.
WHERE: Basement of Hartsdale
WARNINGS: Diabolical plans and hotness within.

This day was much like the first. After a while, they just started blurring together and they'd continue to do so the longer Adam was trapped in the forsaken pit of Hartsdale. But he'd always be here, wouldn't he? Every day for the rest of humanity. Immortal and continuing through it all. And what a wretched humanity it was, too. Somewhere above him, it toiled away year after year, and for what? It was really terrible to think about, all this time going by and he could've been doing something, could've been aiding this feeling. People needed motivation, you see. Tragedy was the springboard for growth. Oh, he had seen it before--and would again. Mark his words, it was always the same. And who better to know than Adam. But those treacherous pigs wouldn't listen. So he'd bide his time...

Too bad it was so very, very boring.

Adam pushed off from the edge of his meager bed and slipped onto the room's chair, instead--though it hardly made a difference. It had been the same scenery for decades now and the immortal imagined that this sort of treatment would drive a lesser man insane. If he was honest with himself, he could admit that it was somewhat disturbing to think forward to a future where this continued. Where generations of Company assholes went by, eventually forgetting about their distinguished founder down here. But that's why he refused to think about that--imagined, instead, a future where his plans came to fruition--where that detestable Kaito was punished for sticking him in this cell. Where did he get off? Adam had... had valued them, molded them. But they turned on him. Why he didn't see it coming, he couldn't think, because it wasn't like his long history wasn't already littered with betrayals. In fact... the beginning of his reign as a god had been marked by one. The worst one of all.

For all the years that it had been, Adam still disliked remembering the very past. His original lifespan. He'd had feelings then, it had been different. But had been ripped out from under him all the same. Just like today... just like this boring cell where the walls were grey and the furniture was grey and the conversation was non-existant. Nobody much tried to come talk to him anymore. There had been reasoning at first, like they were trying to figure out in their feeble brains why he'd "do something like this". Well, that would work better if they listened. He'd certainly explained enough and not in difficult terms. He thought they were likely afraid of him. But they didn't have to be, he was only trying to help.... But they should be--because he would never forgive them!

Despite all of the thoughts he was rifling through, Adam remained outwardly calm. He dropped his chin onto the arms he had draped over the back of the chair. His head drifted lightly to the side as he stared ahead at the very grey wall and pictured the outdoors. Green, and trees, and maybe even a light drizzle. He didn't know what it was truly like outside, but that hardly mattered. The world could be what he made it, after all--in his little box, his cell of a home. He'd make it whatever he wanted to be...

Oh, what was today? There was no way to distinguish it.

This day was very much like the first.