03-13-2014, 04:34 PM
As he had already determined, Arvin complied with every order and command. The guards didn't need to herd him as he was already standing and in line behind Heyman. Head tipping to the side, he gave her a simple smile. When she explained the purpose of the dining room, a question arose. Opening his mouth, he was met with the words of holding one's tongue until the end. For now, he would tuck his question away in the back of his mind. He wanted to inquire about the hours of service. As in, just how long was food served for. Only right at noon? Or did it happen for an hour? He also had to inquire about the ingredients, but today's meal was amazing! He was dying to know the chef's secret.
Obediently following the tour, Arvin was impressed with the living area. The lack of liquor, however, was a major turn off. He would have to ask about that later. Were they even allowed to drink? Oh and what movies were they able to watch? Anything just on TV? Or was there a hidden bookcase of movies to pick from?
You know, for being such a "bad place," Arvin didn't really see the darkness to it. Sure, he was kidnapped (or so the others claimed) but the crew seemed really nice. And the place was exquisite. The dark, rich colors were very nice. He loved the woodwork and the splashes of gold here and there. When he eventually got to leave, he would add gold to his interior decorating theme.
Feeling the butt of a gun press into his spleen, Arvin looked up with sorrowful eyes. "Sorry, I was thinking about how a golden statue might look in this room." Catching back up with Heyman, he lightly scratched his head as a gesture of apology for not keeping up.
Now before the bath area, Arvin smiled. He loved the idea of having spas to spoil himself in. Of course, Arvin wasn't afraid of showing off his nude body, so he had no qualms with the design. For all he cared, it could have been completely open. He wasn't the kind to get embarrassed. He might, however, show off. Although, from the looks of some of these people, they hardly looked over twenty-one. He would do his best not to completely expose his perfect body to them. Wouldn't want to scar the kiddies.
Falling in love with the gym, Arvin stepped out of line and was already touching and eyeballing all the machines. Henceforth, the gym would be his favorite place in this castle-like institution. Before he came to LTB, he hit up the gym daily, never spending less than an hour there.
Eyes scanning the area, they drew wide with shock. "No pool?!" he sadly whimpered. Thankfully, the next stop rectified his broken heart. "Ohhh, fancy." It was probably a good thing a guard stood behind him or else Arvin might have taken a dip. Being pushed toward the next destination, Arvin gave his puppy dog eyes before pouting after Heyman.
At the last time, the green-haired man nodded in approval. Okay so he might just go to the simulation room more than the gym. The idea of this room drew him in so much. He had no idea what it entailed and he wasn't about to ask. It would ruin the fun of discovering the puzzle.
With the floor now open for questions, Arvin scooted closer to Heyman and Smith. "Three questions and a comment. One, how long is food served for -- just at those specific hours or is available until gone? Two, no alcohol? Three, I see we don't have a 'hobby room' for arts and music. Are those hobbies not allowed? And the comment. Lunch was amazing. Give my thanks to the chef."
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