Once sleep slipped away, and he opened his eyes to properly push himself to sit up on his bed, Thiago knew something wasn't right. Sure, he knew right off the bat that his name was Thiago, and sure this white space/cell seemed fine...even if he couldn't remember whether this was normal...but his eye sight (compounded) was causing his head to hurt, the feeling of dizziness building up. Closing his eyes, he sat still for a long while, listening to others in other spaces yell, much away from his own.

Shaking off the final bits of dizziness, Thiago opened his eyes again and got up. In this white cell, there was only the bed and bedding, as well as a plain white desk and chair. Making this observation, he noticed two more things that seemed to stick out...the outfit he was currently wearing, which contrasted against the clinical white...and a deep glass container on the white desk. Making his way over to it and picking it up, he could see the number of large sized insects inside of it, all of them appetizing. Hearing more calls from other cells, the other spaces, Thiago stared through half-lidded eyes, through the bars of his own cell. Listening to some people yell, some people chatter, he popped the plastic lids off of the glass container and grabbed two mantis, before covering the container again...feeling some poking in his hand, and shrugging, he shoved the two lively creatures into his mouth and chewed enthusiastically.

[b][I]*CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH*[/I][/b]