[color=blue]Asher~[/color]

     The rush of breakfast came to a close swiftly after the two girls left the cafeteria.  Finishing his tray, he decided to follow Gabe [@duskshine749] until it was time to head to wherever they were going.  Locked away for years, he did not know exactly what happened on [i]that[/i] floor.  On the other hand, he was pretty certain he knew who it happened to; all in all the boy was average minus his skilled ability with the flame and a temper to match.  [color=blue][i]I guess someone must of pissed you off Leon.  The real question is what SHE did to you afterwards[/i][/color].  Rumors stated the boy "who managed to get a hold on matches, trying to burn the place down" had to be sent off, others stated he died.  Asher could not tell which told the truth, all he knew for certain is he had yet to see the boy's spirit.

     He was reading a small Braille book (a pain in the neck to get smuggled in he might add) for the hundredth time when Gabe inquired what he told him early.  Hands stopping mid-sentence he allowed the book to sag a bit in his hands and he turned to the man's aura.  [color=blue]"What if I told you, you weren't in here for being crazy...albeit you may be now.  This place is enough to drive anyone mad."[/color] Hearing the tone of the clock striking, he knew it was time for them to get going.  Shutting the book with one hand, he placed it under his pillow.  [color=blue]"But I meant exactly what I said.  You'll find out, along with the others, soon enough."  [/color]Standing up he stretched, then began walking towards the door.  Within the last hour the hall became full of those pertaining to the other world; he had to make an effort to ignore the tortured one whispering their threats and lies.  

     [color=blue][i]What has you all so worked up?[/i][/color]

     Withing minutes the atmosphere was replaced, now stagnant with the faint scent of soot in the air.  Touching a wall at some point he rubbed his fingers together, knowing they'd been tainted with the black powder.  Leon seemed to have really done a number on it all the same.  Pushing the door open he could feel the presence of the others [@Shadow007][@Mega Birb] proceeding to find himself a desk.  Sitting in the chair, memories flooded back from his childhood, long before he was in a prison.  He was never bad at school, doing well enough to earn the respect of teachers, though not to the extent of pretending he knew everything.  [color=blue][i]Now what?[/i][/color]  No doubt he would need to tell them all of their abilities, in the hopes they'd listen.