Being locked away in a mansion for a year didn't seem like a big deal to Nate. He'd been told they'd have free reign of the house and the grounds shortly, and that was a good deal compared to prison. Of course, he had to remind himself that he wasn't in prison anymore and he never had to go back if he didn't mess up, but really, the room he found himself in was also more welcoming than the real world. All he needed to worry about was his stuff and the computer on the desk. He liked his bed and the shelves above the headboard. Nate didn't have much to put on them, but the minimal style appealed to him. It was clean, not overwhelming in the least, and completely luxury. He'd never been in a nicer place.
The message on his phone told him it was okay for him to leave his room, but Nate stayed inside for a little while. Even though everyone else he'd meet that day would be in the same group as him as far as the experiment was concerned, he wasn't sure he wanted to see anyone immediately. Nerves had been plaguing him all morning, even though he wasn't thinking about anything like strategy - not for use against the others in Experiment B. They were like him. It was them against everyone else.
Their voices eventually slid in beneath his door however, and Nate sat up on his bed where he'd been lying tossing a coin repeatedly over his head. About the time the word breakfast hit his ears his stomach rumbled, urging Nate to get himself up and see what the commotion outside of his room was all about. When he opened the door, he spotted a bunch of nicely dressed (for the most part) people marching away from a room across the hall. He hadn't bothered to shower or change after arriving and he looked it, with bad hat hair and wrinkled clothing. The black, oversized sweatshirt and red plaid cargo pants he was wearing didn't scream - or even whimper - class.
"What's that?" he asked, but at first his voice came out only as a rasp. Nate cleared his throat and tried again. "Is that for everyone?"