Perks of cooperation

[Mathew Amtrum]

Once again Mathew has sold his soul to the devil. For the gift of power he willingly gave himself up to the devil in a place that was surely hell. That was the only way to describe this place in his mind. Medical experiments, torture, and not to mention the so called tests. It was not a pleasant place, and while his cooperation has granted him a degree of freedom it was still less then pleasant. He tried to take the small comforts as he could though.

It was with that intention that led him to leave his.... well he wouldn't call it a cell since he was free to move about, so he would call it his room. Sadly he still had the medical garb, it was comfortable enough but he couldn't help but feel naked without his Earth Dragon coat. His hand would move up to his nose touching it for what had to be the hundredth time that day. He still couldn't believe his nose was healed like it was, no problems at all. It was a bit scary really, Mathew didn't like to show it but he was afraid, only a fool wouldn't be in this situation.

Moving his hand down from his perfectly healed nose he would then clasp his left wrist feeling one of the guards he had on. He was getting used to the ED arms now, or as he called them, The Arms of the Earth Dragon. He thought it was appropriate with all things considered.

Letting out a sigh he would look around at the white Corridor that he was in, it looked just like the last one he had gone down, and the one before that. Rows of cells lined the white rubber walls, a high ceiling that was all but impossible to reach on his own had the light bulbs and every once in a while he would see a break in the path allowing him to go down another corridor. His eyes would look down one of the side corridors not expecting to see anything diffrent. But, call it fate or destiny, but he did see something different. He saw something so beautiful that it made him stop in his tracks and stare dumbfounded for several moments before blinking. It had to be a hallucination, something derived from stress and boredom. There was no way what he saw was real.

He was going to just continue on his way, but like a siren it drew him closer and closer. His feet seemed to move on their own as his heavy footfalls echoed in the otherwise silent corridor. Closer and closer it loomed as his hand slowly reached out to touch it, almost fearful that it was an illusion, a cruel trick played on him by the gods. But alas his hand would touch cool metal and he would know what he saw was real.

A candy machine....

[Mathew Amtrum]

OOC: I have permission for this.

IC: A loud rumble would escape from Mathew's body as he looked at the sweet and chocolaty treats inside the machine. His heart would sink momentarily as he realized that he was without change and thus could not buy a snack. Thankfully that was just a minor bump in the road. With a small grin and shake of his head he would clench his right hand in to a fist before he sent it flying through the glass of the machine breaking it with ease. Ignoring the small cuts from the glass he would pull out several bars of candy and some M&M's which were among his favorites of candies.

It was as he grabbed what had to be his fifth candy that inspiration struck him like lightning. He had agreed to cooperate with Sean and he would. But he didn't swear his life to him. The time would come when Mathew would leave whether or not Sean was willing to let him go. And it would be a good idea to arm himself in that case.

It was with that in mind that he would reach back in to the candy machine and pull out some of the metal that made up the rings. It wasn't the best weapon but it was sharp from being broken off and he could at least use it to slash someone or something. It was better then nothing. As an after thought he would also pick up some of the sharper looking shards of glass and pocket those in his pants pocket. Once he was satisfied he would leave the now ruined machine in search of a bathroom. He had to make sure to get rid of his weapons and he couldn't keep them in his room. So he would hide them.

[Mathew Amtrum]

The question was were to hide them where they wouldn't be found. Obviously he would be busted for breaking in to the machine. And his room would be searched. This likely meant that he would be followed by a guard from now on. Well that was fine. He was already working up an escape plan for this place. He would cooperate as long as he benefited from it and when he decided that he was done he would need a way out. And he needed a way to get his stuff. HE was now armed, however feebly but it wasn't time to get out of here just yet. He would have to bide his time.

Wait I know!

He would think to himself as he was struck by a bolt of pure genius. The weapons he had were small and should be easily hidden and one place that he could probably stash them would be the bathroom inside of the toilet. It was the best idea he had at the moment. And it wasn't like he had a lot of options on where he could take them.

Turning out of the hallway he was in he would begin to head to the restroom. Patting his pockets to check and make sure the glass and metal was still inside he would nod to himself as his pace quickened. The soft thumps of his feet could be heard as he moved through the halls at the brink between jogging and walking as his eyes scanned ahead for signs of a guard and his ears strained to hear footfalls other then his own. Alas it seemed almost as if he was the only person alive for the activity he saw. Every hall seemed as empty and dead as the last, the silence of the place was deafening to him and his footfalls seemed to almost echo in the otherwise silent halls.

After what seemed like an eternity of wandering he would reach the familiar door of the bathroom. Knocking three times he would open the door and breath a sigh of relief when it opened meaning no one was inside. He would lock the door and before he did anything else he would take the lid of the toilet off and dump his new weapons in it before closing the lid and washing away the blood from his hand before drying it gently so he didn't get them bleeding again since the crusted blood had clotted to stop the bleeding.

He would let out another relieved sigh, it was possible that his stash would be found that, but it was better here then in his room. More likely that it would remain safe inside the toilet then under his bed mat.

Still he couldn't help but feel anxious and he wanted to get back to his room ASAP and just enjoy his candy before he was put under watch. That was the important thing get back to his room before he was found. With that thought in mind he would leave the bathroom and as quickly as he came he would head back to his room where he would hopefully escape notice of the bathroom when they came and asked him what happened. He planned to tell them that he just wanted candy and that he had no money and hope that they bought it with no questions. Alas he didn't hold his breath with that one. But one never knew maybe Sean was stupid or maybe he wouldn't care. It didn't matter to Mathew as long as things worked out the way he wanted them too.