Who: Kanji & Anyone
When: Seventh day, afternoon
Where: Courtyard
Kanji had found that after his penalty game, all he could really do was walk around in a daze more or less. He was pissed off, angry beyond belief. He wasn't angry at the system, or the participants of the game, he was mad at the fact that he had rushed in without any consideration and ended up out cold. Senpai had taught him better than that, he had taught him that he needed to slow down and learn to read a situation. However, being here in this prison brought his old habits back, where he refused to listen to anyone. He was sitting on a bench out in the courtyard, staring at his hands in his lap. They were all bandaged up, and he figured he should go out and buy some gloves or something to cover them up.
"Shit-....I can't even sew....tch."
He sighed, and then leaned back against the bench, staring up at the sky. There was another performance tomorrow- wasn't there? He refused, he couldn't sign up for it. Maybe he would just stay in his cell and sleep that day....yeah. Yeah that sounded real nice.