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Characters: Adam Setting: The activity room, late morning
Another a night with no sleep, which shouldn't be a normal occurrence, but sadly it was something Adam was used to. If he was going to take care of the part where he looked like a victim the safe bet was to probably not wake up his neighbors screaming from some awful nightmare he barely remembered. It didn't help that what Dominic had said was sitting poorly with him, that almost accusation of being too weak, which Adam hated. He knew he had a target on his back, prison had put it there. He'd gone from no friends, to having friends and when he found himself alone again in the cage he realized quickly that going back to where he started what a hell of a lot harder.
When the sun came up he was still laying on his back, trying to sleep, but not really getting there and he gave in to the new day. A quick duck into the kitchen before anyone showed up to find something for breakfast and a peek around for supplies he could keep in his room to combat low blood sugars. He actually had some luck, taking enough to get by, but not enough to be noticed and made his way back to his room just as the place started to hum with people waking up, showering and moving about.
The questionnaire provided a distraction of sorts, though he worked on it longer than most people did. The answers were easy, something he filled out quickly then went back and though through again, changing a few answers to something more inconspicuous, taking out more of his history and giving just enough to be telling the truth and participating without giving too much.
Giving up on the computer after a while he headed towards the activity room like planned, trying to be vigilante, but not trying to give off the air of fear, which thankfully being exhausted helped with. The activity room didn't seem to have the air of silence the library had, even if he was alone for the moment. Adam moved around, looking at the different games and wondering what it would be like to play something like Monopoly with his new neighbors, which seemed too surreal to focus on for very long. At least not without laughing to himself.
The video game system choices were limited but there was at least one familiar one in the stack, a baseball game he'd played too much with his friends and without much else to do Adam set it up, sitting on the couch in front of the television with the controller and started the game. It was better than nothing and it certainly felt normal, even the being alone part.