His form lowered from the pipes, as he looked around, his eyes veiwing in different spectrums. Outlines in the dark. And moved back towards the way to his place. Feeding was well this day, weither it be cooked or not. He hated this place, but it was his prison for now. Only for this moment in time. Escape was something he heard, and only laughed at their theories. It was not easy, this place was hell in all the ways, outside beyond hell itself. But perhaps a release to those whom tried.<br/><br/>He whiped the blood, twirling the guards keys before throwing them into a crevice. No good would come from them, he already seen the results of that. His large form moved by two small women, and he just walked past, dropping a ring and belt. Who needed them. Usless to him. He yawned and pushed past the idiots taking goods. Payment caught you in the end. His form slipped up the chain, pulling it up with him, and reset the chain around a chip. Sharp if not nowing how to go over it.<br/><br/>Sitting in his spot, he let his eyes close, ears opening for the sounds. Perhaps they would feed the cats early this day.