Dorms

arrow Dorms Beneath the colosseum lies housing for fighting participants. The sub-levels are accessable through doors stationed at certain points about the cobblestone track, guarded by selected colosseum staff, which open up to spiraling flights of stairs that lead downward to different rooming sectors. All registered participants will be provided with a place to stay. Feel free to make and spiff up your own room if that tickles your fancy.

He lay down in his room, head thumping, right eye swollen shut and the left on the way. He was probably going to take those bandages off of his head by tomorrow, but that didn't compensate for the swelling, and it'd probably be a while longer until the stitches fell out.

Finally, he got up with a groan. "Need to find something to eat...get rid of this emptiness, or I'm gonna puke."

As Gabriel walked into Shilon's dorm and laid him down, He wondered if Shilon would be in a good enough condition to fight in the tournament when it began.. No matter. He walked out, leaving Shilon to dream, and flew back throgh the halls of the colliseum to the restaurant.

Sparn ignored the basic rules of reality by walking into the room provided for him even though he was somewhere else at the same time.

Screw reality.

He looked around the room, it was completely empty and about 40 by 45 feet in size, with the ceiling ten feet above the floor.

He nodded in approval as he closed the door behind him and his skin started bubbling.

Instead of wank powers, he would simply wank, locking the door.

Vallis, Vaak, and Ohgami, relaxed as they finished moving their stuff into their Dorm. Oh, and Kai's stuff. Ohgami shrugged and left. "Im gonna go work out." Vallis layed on the bed and closed his eyes, dozing off. "Im gonna take a nap. A Nice, long Nap.". Vaak grined and walkd out, heading to the Bar.

The silver haired figure walked down the halls, glancing at each door he passed.

The aforementioned figure stared at the shadows that had been seeping out under the door to Sparn's room. He sighed and opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

Sparn had left the room at some point, because he was absent when the silver-haired figure stepped in. He shrugged and sat down on a shadow couch to wait.

Down the corridors of the dorms, one could hear someone dragging an object along the ground, panting and occasionally complaining. Finally, he came into focus - Omi, dragging an extremely large.. and dead imp of sorts behind him, holding on by the wings. He stopped at one dorm room - and practically collapsed against it back-first, catching his breath with a comically annoyed expression upon him.

"Goooddd.. I should've realized I was a few miles away from the grounds when I first caught the damned thing, much less how long it'd take to drag it here. Why couldn't it have been something small, dammit!" Placing a hand to his forehead, he wiped some sweat from him - then sighed. "The bastard weighing who-knows how many pounds doesn't help, nor does what I'm wearing.. bah - complaining won't get me anywhere, I made it."

Standing up again, already looking 'recovered' - Omi placed his right palm against the door in front of him, and pushed it open. It had been left unlocked, as specified. And, with that, Omi heaved the beast into the dark, unlit room - and placed it to the side, against a wall. Also as instructed. Although, the beast took up quite a hefty portion of the dorm room's space..

Still, Omi made his way out - and shut the door, before securing it. "There. Kuro should be satisfied, I'd hope."

Fas was in the elevator with Genis, watching as the numbers brought them to the top floor. They grined at each other when it dinged, bringing them to the Penthouse Suite.

"WOW FAS!" Genis exclaimed, looking around at the huge room. Two Grand King sized beds, big enough to fit several hunnies in. A giant window with remote controlled blinds, a 55" Plasma TV screen, a massive stereo system perfect for bumpin' yo music.

The window affored an eccelent veiw of the colloseum and even had tiny sonic devices that picked up every sound from the fights.

Fas grinned. "Ahh...The perks of Cruxis." He said, walking around his massive Suite before collapsing onto his massive bed with his signature Black and Red sheets.

((Screw logic, I'm in two places at once.))

Roy Odisiouix made his way up to his room, the small little 500 feet by 500 feet was perfect. he hung his cloak on a hook above his bed and layed down in the bed before he smiled and then Ripped an Azorian device similair to a laptop. He layed down an suddenly the room lifted up and expanded into a mini dojo. He smiled impressed with this as he then clicked some buttons on his Azorain comp and several hologram peope started to rise and fight as he stuided them. they were hologram recordings of fights he has had and seen. He began to study them as he then ran a scan on himself to improve any weakened areas of his body and whatnot.

"Now this is pretty kick ass." Roy says to aloud to himself.

Fasumbra Langardo Wrote:

> Fas was in the elevator, heading up to his room again... > > He was covered in bandages, one wrapped around his head and his eye, both arms heavily bandaged and one in a sling. under his clothes he had bandages around his entire torso, and a few on his legs, which, thankfully, were the one part of his body that wasn't heavily damaged. Most of the bandages were covered in Fas' indigo-silver blood. > > He let out a sigh just before the elevator dinged and the door opened, making his way down the hallway to his new room...The establishment had been rather pissed since they had bet good money on Fas and Fas lost, so they knocked down the quality of his room. > > "...Just someone else I've failed..." Fas said to no one in particular as he walked down the hall.

Did you even listen to anything that Kuro said? You completely ruined a storyline element for Cziri, and you could've still won your match.

Black_Oblivion Wrote:

> Raine walked through the long hallways of rooms, or more staggered. > Her hair was wet, strands of it and her bangs hanging in her face and eyes. Her entire appearance was unkempt, holes in her clothing, deep cuts and burns running up and down her arms and neck. A rather large gash was across her forehead. Blood ran like water down her face, dripping off her chin onto the floor beneath her. Her right hand was completely red from the crimson substance that leaked from her body in various places. > In her bloodied and torn right hand, she held the hilt of her Odachi. As she staggered through the hallway towards her room, the tip of the Odachi would be drug against the floor, creating a fine little slice from when she entered all the way to when she got to her room. She wondered if the management would care.. > She'd kill them if they gave her any crap about cuttin' up their floor. > > Her eyes were downcast, no emotion creeping into them at all. It was as though she didn't feel pain. She sighed loudly when she reached her room, turning the knob and opening the door with her left hand. She walked over to the bed that had been provided for her and simply threw her sword down beside the bed, letting it fall where it may. > > She staggered over to the bed and sat down on it. Immediately, she began patching up her wounds with a small medical kit she had stored beneath her bed. > She really was too stubborn to go the infirmary..Plus she'd probably kill anybody if they touched her. > She began bandaging, applying ointment, disinfectant, all that stuff to her various wounds. > Immediately after she was done patching herself up, she lay back in her bed and tried to get some long-needed rest.

Fas turned, hearing someone else walking down the hallway behind him, just fast enough to catch a glimpse of Raine. He blinked one eye, and most likely would have blinked the other if it hadn't been bandaged. He raised his hand to wave to her, but she had already gone into her room. He stood still for a moment, then hung his head and let out a sigh before continueing onto his room, and he opened the door, looking at it.

"...Dammit....I'm never going to be able to sleep here."

The room was incredably small, filled with it's past occupent's trash. He could distinctly see roaches scatter when he opened the door.

"...Saddam had it better in his fucking spider hole...." Fas said, sighing as he walked over to the bed and sat on it, trying to keep his eyes from tearing up.

It isn't too long before Trei manages to fall asleep, wanting nothing more than to be surrounded in that merciful, dreamless void. The guilt, the fatigue, the confusion... he just wants them all to melt away while he seeks sanctuary in temporary oblivion. And, at first, they do...

Unfortunately, the peace of the Void is about to be shattered; the demons that have so long lain dormant in the young man's mind are stirring, their confidence bolstered by the arrival of new fears and dark memories. Tonight, there will be no peace; there will be no mercy.

Tonight, the demons will run rampant through his blood...

Suddenly, Trei starts tossing and turning, thrashing violently against his blankets while sending sprays of blood across the room. A retching cough sends a huge bubble of the stuff to the ground bedside...

In his dreams, his body is rent asunder again and again, each time creating a pool of blood that stirs with a life of its own... in time, the blood doesn't even pool... it just creates a vaguely human form. Chills and anger rack the young man's body as the being begins to turn around...

Swinging his right leg idly off the edge of the cotton bed within his dorm, the mercenary Omi was holding a sheathed weapon in his hands with a small hint of awe. Delivered just that morn, the swordsmith 'Kuro' finally delivered on his promise to craft a blade to offer as a reward for the earlier events that plagued the tournament grounds.

Yet, so far, Omi hadn't so much as unsheathed said weapon. His pupils wearily peered to and fro across the sheath's adorned, laquer design; black, thin, but with a single golden dragon carved into one side's center. The sword guard, oval shaped though coming to a point on the left & right sides, came right up to the bottom of the sheath; the handle jutting out. The handle.. a good 8.35", was rather long for a single-handed blade. Yet, with the elegant straps of cotton & lace which wound about it in a mixture of horizontal & diagonal streaks, it looked like a work of art more than a weapon.. at least, what was visible.

"Caladbolg.." His weary mind reafirmed the name which had been given to this blade, "..you're finally finished. Unfortunately, I hope to not need you." Smirking, his eyes peered up slowly - towards the enblocked window before him. Round II of his branch had begun; his match would be announced at anytime now.. his fists, legs, and wrists still stung from all the practicing the mercenary'd undergone in anticipation. Fresh sweat, though drying, still lingered across his neck & forehead. Still, he seemed to be at an odd calm; eyes lulling to where it appeared as though, he were dreaming away about something. Perhaps, thinking over how his match results would proceed?

Rotating his right shoulder-blade to get rid of the stiffness that'd built up in that region of his body, he sat the sword down next to his bedside; the door was shut & locked, and the two lamps, turned off. It was unlikely for him to just fall asleep right away. Impatience, anticipation.. a rush of emotions would keep his mind too alert for slumber to take him with such ease. As he laid back with both arms lazily crossing behind his neck, dark, wild hair matting against his forearms - Omi looked up at the emptyness of the ceiling above him. One thing was for sure: his next match in this tourney couldn't come quick enough.

Akako lay on her back and stared at the ceiling now. Her fingers came up and touched her shoulder. The scar was still there but the wound was healed. Flashes of the memory came back to her and she sighed.

Why did that blundering idiot attack me anyways?

Akako sighed and rolled onto her side. The cold floor felt good against her hot skin. Black hair fell into her face and her crimson eyes stared at the wall.

I haven't seen many people lately...I wonder...

Her arms pushed beneath her and she hoisted her body off the ground. She moved gracefully over to the door and opened it. She looked back and forth in the hallway then started to wakl down the hall leaving her door open.

Razen is stretched out across his bunk as he has been for most of the last two months, too ill and weak to attempt to even watch any of the matches as his ribs heal.

Razen: I really need to find a medic...or a white mage. Something like that.

His movements are still ginger, but they are stronger and more sure than when he limped off the arena floor to the infirmary.

Oppithegus walked along the path his feet makeing a sort of impression in the ground, as he walked down the cobblestone walkway. his breathe was vial and could kill a horse with one blow. Nightmare clenched in his left clawlike hand. with his Dark staff in the form of a sword in his other claw like hand on the right. he finaly came to his room and he walked into it it having to duck down due to his being 8' "5 tall. his two tails swaying behind him. as his green fluericant almost like eyes gazed upon the bed. he layed down on it his mouth falling agape as he fell inot a deep sleep.

Once the heavily injured mercenary flipped on the light, he would find a familiar child sitting on his bed, looking directly at him with emerald green eyes.

It was Fas in child form, and those emerald green eyes widened at his friend's state, watching the once-powerful mercenary limp horribly, tracing his eyes across Omi and checking the multiple injuries.

"My god...and those are just the ones that are visable..." Fas thought, before leaping off the bed and running over to Omi's side, his bushy blonde hair flying in a flurry with his speed, supporting Omi to keep him from falling down once he reached the Mercenary's side.

"Goddamn, what did he do to you?" Fas said, a heavily worried tone to the voice of the "child".

"I can heal you, but we've got to hurry. Your match just got called..." Fas said, before sitting Omi down on the bed, then grabbing the injured shoulders in a very firm grip, one that would most likely be painful.

A soft, white glow came off Fas' hands, the light going through Omi's clothes and to the injured spots on his shoulders. The burns there would seem to slowly be swallowed up by new skin for Omi, and there would be no more pain.

The light continued down his arms, healing any wounds there in the same style as the burns. After about 2 minuetes, there was no evidence of a single wound on Omi's body from the neck down. Fas was panting, his small chest heaving in an effort to get air.

"Alright...now your eye...and maybe a bit more than just a healing..." Fas said, slightly out of breath.

He looked Omi directly in the eyes for a moment, and then a flash would seem to go off, like a camera flash, an emerald green one that shot into Omi's eyes. He would feel a bit odd for a moment, and his senses would all be gone...but for a moment.

After that, they would return, and Omi would find them incredibly strong. His eyesight would allow him to see the smallest details on an object, even from hundreds of feet away. Eyes better than that of a hawk.

His sense of hearing would be strong enough to not only hear Fas' heart beating, but even hear other people's hearts beating from several rooms away, through walls.

As well, all his other senses were heightened to such amazing levels.

A being such as Omi probably wouldn't be able to have all this without his mind overloading and dieing, so Fas thought of that.

Omi would find his reaction time nearly tripled, as well as a "mind expansion", which allowed him to function perfectly, as well as a ton more room for memory and "processing" speed.

Further, his entire body had been "upgraded". He was faster, stronger, and more intellegent than ever before. He would feel more than healed, a feeling of confidance and renewed vigor running through him.

Fas stepped back, then walked slowly, tiredly, over to a box sitting on the floor. He bent over and pulled a set of chainmail out, except the mail was a solid black color instead of a useual shiny silver.

"Here....Languardian Steel...Hardest alloy around...I couldn't cut through it with even Leinguard...It's pretty much impossible to hurt you with this on...that is, with Melee attacks...This won't help much against magic unless it's some kind of solid magic, like ice crystals..." Fas tossed the mail over, it landing beside Omi lightly, apparently not that heavy at all.

Omi was now fully healed, his entire body upgraded, and now he had possibly the hardest chainmail in existance on his side.

"Go ahead, mate...Good luck...I'll be there as soon as I catch my breath."

Fas smiled at his freind, sitting heavily in an armchair, and almost instantly falling asleep, soft snoring filling the room.

((Sorry it took so long, Comp got fucked up. -_-;; Good luck Omi.))

The door slowly slid openafter Yusuke knocked, the sight within a rather gruesome one at best. Rotting flesh hanging from hooks and pieces of bodies strewn about. The odd thing would be that there is no smell coming from all the rotting bits. This is quickly cleared up as...the door opens again? The image remained on the door, but the door had opened, clearly indicating it was some sort of illusion. Had Jonas not opened the door some spooky shit would have happened to ward off intruders, mostly for fun.

Jonas smiled when he noticed Yusuke, then waved for him to come in, "You'd be amazed the fun you can have with illusions." As opposed to his green pants, boots, shirt, and black trenchcoat he was instead wearing brown slacks with a loose red shirt with no shoes, a labcoat over it all. The smell of chemicals was barely apparent in the air, as well as what seemed to be the smell of mice. These scents were coming from a table along the back wall where he seemed to have several experiments. On his bed were a pile of medical books and journals he had requisitioned. Nothing else seemed to adorn the room, no weapons or anything one might expect of a combatant. He went over to his desk to allow the door to close once Yusuke had entered, "I'm afraid I only have one chair, so its either a pile of books, the bed, or the stool. Though I guess you could stand, not like it matters much."

He moved to sit on the stool so as to face Yusuke, shaking his head, "Everything has to be so hostile all the time, doesn't it? I sure would like revenge, but killing you here were no one will see isn't very sportsmanlike. I will exact my revenge the next time we meet in honorable combat. Only then can I break my hippocratic oath in good conscience. In combat or in service of my faith the pursuit of pain becomes my only goal. You must understand that I do not do this out of pleasure, but because of divine will. I am but a servant of something much larger than any single being, mortal or otherwise. In return for my obedience I can help others when not pursuing the cause."

He let out a sigh as he closed his eye, "I am not proud of killing those spectators. I rationalize it to myself by explaining that they've gone to some higher existence." His eye slowly opens as he speaks, "I want to help you have some mastery over your own torments. Maybe even help you save others from pain. Maybe you'll use talents like mine in a way less...evil."

He shook his head, "You don't understand. I don't want to force you to become me, I want to help you become better at stopping... monsters like me. If you let me help you maybe your intentions won't become tainted like mine have. All I ever wanted to do was heal the sick, take the pain of the injured and dying. I'm a doctor, for god's sake. My zeal clouds my judgement, and always at the worst moments... I really do believe those people I killed have gone onto a better place, but it wasn't by my hand it should have been done." A mere blink and his eye seemed to have an ember burning within, "You wouldn't have my zeal. You'd not let yourself be tainted. I can see it..."

His eye closed once more, "I really am a Doctor, Yusuke. At least I was, so very long ago, before my zeal and search for perfection blinded me. I cannot grieve for those I have killed, it would be an empty gesture as I feel no pain, no regret. I can't. I do, however, recognize what I do is wrong. I'm offering you the chance to be my opposite, to become what I wanted to be but cannot ever become. You could steal the suffering of others and empower yourself to protect them... There would be no more monsters like me."

He let out a sigh, "Most warriors block their pain and ignore it. While they are better for it than those that cannot, someone that can harness their anguish becomes all the more powerful for it." He stood and moved towards Yusuke, but not in a threatening manner, "You have two o- well, three options. You can either kill me where I stand and release your hate for me, walk away and call me a lunatic, or accept my help." He extended a hand, the nails showing blood he had not washed away, "Take my hand and feel for a moment, if you will, how I feel the world. See it not as I see it as things on which to feed, but as opportunities to grant salvation and increase your power to help others henceforth."

Should Yusuke take his hand willingly his sight would fall away and leave him with a rather different view of the world. He would see Jonas as a roiling cloud of green mist with two blazing point sof light, one much brighter than the other. In the distance others would be seen like stars in the sky at night. Short bursts would indicate pain by those fighting around the arena and in the gym, slowly waning to nothing. When contact break it would vanish completely. This, of course, wasn't how Jonas always saw the world, but more of an overlay between normal sight and otherwise.

Jonas had a bit of a smirk, "Instances of pain, both physical and otherwise. Opportunities to either increase one's power at the expense of other's misfortune, or steal the anguish of the tormented and bring salvation. Flowery language, but it means one thing; Pain is everywhere and everywhen. Nothing can escape it. You can be a victim, a tyrrant, or a savior, Yusuke. I am forced to balance the three, but you would not be. Will you be the savior that I could not be?"

His tone was grim, "Whether or not your next opponent, or anyone else in your entire lifetime attempts the same act you will find that this strength will not merely be useful in countering mindgames and fouling those whom play God. The anguish of others pales in comparison to that of yourself, past and present. Intimate knowledge of agony tastes sweeter and stronger than that of another. If your view is so limited to that of your next opponent, consider a powerful blow dealt to yourself. Without this power the pain could only be a hinderance. With my help it can be focused, physically and by means of your...interesting energy based attacks. Return the throes of pain tenfold upon your enemies and those wishing harm to the innocent."

He may have been long-winded, but the next part was short and to the point, "Grasp my hand and learn the secrets of Agony. It will hurt." If contact was made Yusuke's world would fall away again, Jonas's other hand quickly moving to increase contact closer to his mind. The process would induce pulses of pain in which Yusuke's 'vision' would be engulfed in emerald flames. Knowledge would stream through the link as Jonas sought to implant the seed of Agony within Yusuke and link his mind to torment itself. Unless he resisted it some aspect of himself would become shaded greed. His eyes, fingernails, a tuft of hair, a symbol on the skin, or even something so simple as a ring burning into existence that would be incredibly difficult to remove. Jonas's aspect happened to be his eyes, which made sense as that was the only thing left of the 'real' Jonas. Once the seed was implanted all it needed was cultivation and training to bend the sapling to his will. Psychic abilities would greatly improve his link to torment, especially the type in other individuals, and the even more difficult non-physical pain.

GRASP!

A good smack is heard from the immediate grip of Yusuke's right wrist, Genkai standing there to his right as she looked at the boy with those same grim eyes.

"I knew if I left you alone to your own accords, you'll do something stupid."

She lets go of his hand, looking toward Jonas. Facing him entirely, face to face, two psychics now facing down one another. Just allowing for one thought to slip from either's mind would allow the other to gain an advantage in this mental game. But Genkai wasn't here for games.

"I don't mind you helping Yusuke. From what I heard, you do have some truth in your words, for I have had to follow a similar route in my life of learning to not have the pain of others weaken me, but strengthen me instead. But do not think we're going to trust you that easily. In a sense, I will like to bear witness to this help you're going to offer him. That way, we can at least have some precautions for unexpected results. I don't like this one bit, but we don't have much time left before the next match. It looks like your next opponent anyway, Yusuke, is going to be yet another psychic. Only this one isn't going to be as easy, either. I would train you, but it wouldn't take a week to have you get good enough to take on this guy. So....doctor, if you believe you can help Yusuke gain this power in such a short time, then maybe you are of some help, after all."

Genkai would look to Yusuke. "Instead of stopping you and disagreeing any further, I'll let you decide what to do, Yusuke. Wether he is telling the truth or not will be up to you to trust in. I will leave that to you."

She turns around, walking out of the room, her arms folded behind her back. This was now something he had to do for himself. She couldn't interfere any longer. But she would go off and research more on his next opponent. So far, she wasn't liking seeing his abilities in his previous matches.

His skin was electric, magnetic, scalding, but at the same time the hand that gripped Yusuke's in turn radiated warmth and grace. This was, of course, before an intense pressure would begin building against Yusuke's brain. Letting it flow would indeed be painful, almost as if tearing at the 'flesh' of his mind as it tried to force its way through. With sensations building within his mind the metal piercing through Jonas's skin into his own would likely go unnoticed.

The green flames would fill his vision again, this time wreathing his otherworldly 'body' in flame, obstructing vision. Pinpoints of life and death would cry out beyond the conflagration that now surrounded the two, but none could compare. Though unable to move his body this otherworldly frame would be capable of movement, and he would even be able to take a look around and 'see' himself. Where Jonas spread into jagged points that belied his material frame Yusuke might notice that every nerve in his body looked as if it were burning with an internal fire. He was a disorganized wire cage where Jonas was a solid structure built of pain and discipline.

It was at that moment that the pain began to ebb into the background and a different sort of connection was forged between them. Physical contact and links of telepathy and empathy worked well enough, but for a moment in time they pushed beyond their mortal bodies into a state Jonas so desired for all. They were as pure energy, the spark or torment within Yusuke kindling a flame by contact and proximity to a greater inferno. With no pain left within them they were as near to death as one can be without severing the link to their own mortality.

Darkness.

Everything between them was broken, the links of agony, empathy, and telepathy severed as Jonas slumped to the floor. Three marks would be left on Yusuke's hand each perfect lined exactly on centimeter in length in the patter of a triangle. They would remain only temporary and after that time would not even leave a scar. With the world returning to Yusuke he would find his senses raw and numbed, as if they had been overloaded. Jonas, on the other hand, was temporarily deaf and blind, his senses of taste and smell not really existing as it was. The sense of touch remained, but that was not something he could, or would, ever have removed. Anything said within thirty seconds wouldn't be heard at all, in fact, he'd seem almost dead, being unresponsive save for a whisper. It was nothing comprehensible, merely praises and pained gratitude to the very ideal in which he believed.

Jonas sat nigh motionless as his senses took their time to return, "A newborn child has to cry, for only in this way will his lungs expand. I tell many of the child who could not breathe when it was born. In order to make it breathe I gave it a slight blow. The mother must have thought me to be cruel, where I was really doing the kindest thing possible. As with children the lungs are contracted, as with the whole of our being. Only by pain suffering can one expand." His single eye rose to Yusuke, still devoid of any glimmer within despite his sight having returned. His smile was grim, "The seed has been planted, and I can do little more directly. My final act of aid can only be to instruct and to... force a demonstration."

He nodded before moving to stand, groaning from the effort of lifting himself from the ground. His joints were sore, but it was not a sensation he found entirely unwelcome, but he certainly perfered it to be gone. He stretched as bit, his head rolling back with a loud crack which sounded more like snapping metal echoed by similar ones throughout his body. He gestured to the door, "After you, to wherever it is that you would feel most comfortable, or uncomfortable if that is your wish."

The hallways leading to and from the corridor off of which Temporal Overseer Tacitus Nusradai's room was located were filled with white light tinted with a hue of orange. It slowly receded back to his room as the Gate closed, all his equipment for his next match now filling the room. Several absolutely huge crates took up one side of the room, all of the furniture moved out of the way. Tacitus himself was leaning against one of the walls, breathing hard with a trickle of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. He grumbled to himself as he wiped it away with the sleeve of his coat, "Damned blood elemental. This would be so much easier if healing magic worked on m-" He fell into a fit of coughing, blood splattered against his hand when he finally stopped and pulled it away. His eyes were wattering, but he pushed through the dull pain that had been throbbing in what should be his gut for the past several days, making his way out of his room.