Fourth Floor, Sunday [Gathering post]
Peter still couldn't get out. It was getting frustrating. Here was he, a man with awesome abilities that most people would give anything for, and all he could do was move around the one floor. How the hell did a village manage that anyway?
He was bored. He wanted to go to out, enjoy the fresh air, but the only fresh air he could get was from the small window he was allowed to open. So he was out and about, randomly flicking through the wall into the main corridor, popping in and out of visibility, trying to release energy.
If you want Peter, tag him in the comments
He was bored. He wanted to go to out, enjoy the fresh air, but the only fresh air he could get was from the small window he was allowed to open. So he was out and about, randomly flicking through the wall into the main corridor, popping in and out of visibility, trying to release energy.
If you want Peter, tag him in the comments