Dimitri - Inside the enchantress castle
Although a quiet yet lonesome cell could kind of be promising for most for ridding of their criminal acts and seeking a new way ahead in life once free, others find it as a waste of time and use the time in what they call a hellhole to their best advantage. Dimitri sat still with his back against a stone cold hard wall that has been isolating him for the past few days, growing weary and tired from sitting in the dark and dispiriting atmosphere, and it was as surely taking a big toll on him. Although it was somewhat peaceful knowing most of the other prisoners didn’t really yell or complain stating out loud of their innocence, their freedom and the sort, if their was any prisoners. Once he got tiredly frustrated of sitting, he stood up slowly with his back against the cell wall onto his own two feet, brushing off what dirt was on his clothes from an dusty and unsuitable floor and glimpsed at the doorway. It was the only way for him to get a good look of outside his cell, although their wasn’t much to look, and debating the fact of there is no windows for an outside view he really had no choice in the matter. It was exhausting just to stare at a wall for a majority of time so he walked towards the sealed wooden door, starring outside of the iron bars that gave him a brief view of the happenings outside his cell.
Just as he assumed, nothing but an empty hall with another doorway linking to a cell in front of him, and a couple of guards on the right just obediently standing there doing nothing. Not much of a view, and not much to go on if he attempts to escape. Most of the time guards are basically clueless beings just doing what their told, but any transaction of flaw of imperfection or stability and the numbers increase, making it harder to finds ways of escaping. He reached into his pants pockets shaking to identify the noise of a clinked object then pulled it out of his right pocket. He starred at his gold pocket watch then pushed the miniature switch in front for the top lid to open up so he can see the current time, for if he can’t get anything else, he can at least keep up on track of the current hour.
“Twelve O’ Clock, noon.” Or at least that’s what he figured making an assumption of how somewhat of brightness filled what it could out in the hall of basic nothingness. He flicked the lid back on covering the miniature clock and placed it back into his right pocket, and began walking curiously around in the cell, sliding his feet trying to relieve his boredom. He couldn’t really think on anything for his mind could only visualize the incident and catastrophe of why he ended up a prisoner in the first place. If those guards weren’t so easily assaulted just by bumping into them or offending them in some sort of way, even saying Good Morning or How Do You Do, just because they are hired to protect someone doesn’t give them the mindset that they are of a higher being and better than anyone else.
As for Dimitri, he always felt he was wise. He always wanted to be one step ahead of anyone and everything and didn’t care what anyone thought of him. Getting captured by guards for a suppose improper use of speech to them was a ridiculous crime, and puts him in a state of poverty for the time being, something of which is not acceptable in his eyes. He continues to walk around in his cell, thinking of some way to distract these imbeciles of their indecent cohesiveness and make way to plan a departure out of the castle.
Although a quiet yet lonesome cell could kind of be promising for most for ridding of their criminal acts and seeking a new way ahead in life once free, others find it as a waste of time and use the time in what they call a hellhole to their best advantage. Dimitri sat still with his back against a stone cold hard wall that has been isolating him for the past few days, growing weary and tired from sitting in the dark and dispiriting atmosphere, and it was as surely taking a big toll on him. Although it was somewhat peaceful knowing most of the other prisoners didn’t really yell or complain stating out loud of their innocence, their freedom and the sort, if their was any prisoners. Once he got tiredly frustrated of sitting, he stood up slowly with his back against the cell wall onto his own two feet, brushing off what dirt was on his clothes from an dusty and unsuitable floor and glimpsed at the doorway. It was the only way for him to get a good look of outside his cell, although their wasn’t much to look, and debating the fact of there is no windows for an outside view he really had no choice in the matter. It was exhausting just to stare at a wall for a majority of time so he walked towards the sealed wooden door, starring outside of the iron bars that gave him a brief view of the happenings outside his cell.
Just as he assumed, nothing but an empty hall with another doorway linking to a cell in front of him, and a couple of guards on the right just obediently standing there doing nothing. Not much of a view, and not much to go on if he attempts to escape. Most of the time guards are basically clueless beings just doing what their told, but any transaction of flaw of imperfection or stability and the numbers increase, making it harder to finds ways of escaping. He reached into his pants pockets shaking to identify the noise of a clinked object then pulled it out of his right pocket. He starred at his gold pocket watch then pushed the miniature switch in front for the top lid to open up so he can see the current time, for if he can’t get anything else, he can at least keep up on track of the current hour.
“Twelve O’ Clock, noon.” Or at least that’s what he figured making an assumption of how somewhat of brightness filled what it could out in the hall of basic nothingness. He flicked the lid back on covering the miniature clock and placed it back into his right pocket, and began walking curiously around in the cell, sliding his feet trying to relieve his boredom. He couldn’t really think on anything for his mind could only visualize the incident and catastrophe of why he ended up a prisoner in the first place. If those guards weren’t so easily assaulted just by bumping into them or offending them in some sort of way, even saying Good Morning or How Do You Do, just because they are hired to protect someone doesn’t give them the mindset that they are of a higher being and better than anyone else.
As for Dimitri, he always felt he was wise. He always wanted to be one step ahead of anyone and everything and didn’t care what anyone thought of him. Getting captured by guards for a suppose improper use of speech to them was a ridiculous crime, and puts him in a state of poverty for the time being, something of which is not acceptable in his eyes. He continues to walk around in his cell, thinking of some way to distract these imbeciles of their indecent cohesiveness and make way to plan a departure out of the castle.