Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2014 20:38:53 GMT -5
Boredom, that was the real killer in the world.
Peter was on his head, Arms resting on the chair he was told to sit in and wait. Back arched up and legs bent forward enough he was able to pick up the Styrofoam cup on the table with his feet. He took a sip from the cup, the water tasting rather warm and metallic.. and set it back down onto the table before he straightens himself out by placing his feet onto the table and standing himself on it. Crouched like a frog, his long limbs tucked beside him, Peter looked to the doorway.. how long was he going to have to wait? OK so time wasn't really a 'thing' for Peter, but really... he had places to go! people to see!
With a sigh he stood on top of the table and waved to the security camera that had been silently watching him, trying to get the attention of someone before he really got upset from the silence and the boredom. He then proceeded to twirl on the table, trying to amuse himself as he waited for his supposed assigned therapist to arrive. He was feeling better, physically anyways. Mentally, he was always fine.. peachy as cane be! He was grateful though... Arkham provided him with his ointment, so he didn't have to scout out Gotham for fancy things. But all in all, he wasn't fond of this place, he needed a little Rest and Relaxation.. but enough was enough.
Peter was on his head, Arms resting on the chair he was told to sit in and wait. Back arched up and legs bent forward enough he was able to pick up the Styrofoam cup on the table with his feet. He took a sip from the cup, the water tasting rather warm and metallic.. and set it back down onto the table before he straightens himself out by placing his feet onto the table and standing himself on it. Crouched like a frog, his long limbs tucked beside him, Peter looked to the doorway.. how long was he going to have to wait? OK so time wasn't really a 'thing' for Peter, but really... he had places to go! people to see!
With a sigh he stood on top of the table and waved to the security camera that had been silently watching him, trying to get the attention of someone before he really got upset from the silence and the boredom. He then proceeded to twirl on the table, trying to amuse himself as he waited for his supposed assigned therapist to arrive. He was feeling better, physically anyways. Mentally, he was always fine.. peachy as cane be! He was grateful though... Arkham provided him with his ointment, so he didn't have to scout out Gotham for fancy things. But all in all, he wasn't fond of this place, he needed a little Rest and Relaxation.. but enough was enough.