The sun shone brightly through the leisure room window, the blinds had been twisted to the point where someone could look out at the distance if they truly wanted to. Jerry sat impatiently next to the window staring out, longing to get back outside it seemed so beautiful compared to his current drab environment, his usual joking demeanor had been all but snuffed out by his total sobriety, he figured on the bright side being in here would help him get clean, but that was an extremely thin silver lining to this situation. 

Jerry pressed his hand to the cold wall of the room underneath the window and gave it a sturdy push, [i]"If I could just..."[/i] He spoke softly concentrating on the wall. [i]"Ngh!"[/i] he gave a growl as his all his concentration did nothing, he raised both his hands and stared at his palms "Why is it not working?" he gave a sharp frown, on the outside he could melt through a door handle just by coughing on it, but here... nothing.

[i]"No point in sulking..."[/i] he spoke, shoving his hands into the pockets of his surprisingly comfortable asylum garb. Jerry stood up from the bench next to window and looked around for some time, there were a few people in the room, some of them were dribbling and talking to themselves while others just rocked back and forth, but there were a few who just didn't seem all that...crazy. Jerry began to walk around the room, hands still in his pockets, he would occasionally stop and talk to a few of his fellow inmates, the ones that could still speak that is.

Jerry walked over to the medicine counter, a nurse was quietly putting pills into small paper cups to hand out at some point, and she hadn't noticed Jerry approaching. He tried to lift himself on his tip-toes to get a good look around the back room with all the pills. [i]"You got any tequila back there?"[/i] he spoke abruptly to the nurse, who looked up slightly startled, and then just annoyed. [b]"No, Gerald, we don't keep alcohol here, how many times have I told you this?"[/b] she spoke going back to her work. Jerry bit his upper lip slightly and nodded [i]"It's Jerry, not Gerald, I don't care what your stupid file says."[/i] he turned around indignantly and began to walk back towards the middle of the room.

He noticed there were a few people who definitely seemed out of place, people who sat quietly and just drew pictures, or wrote, or read books, they stuck out from the rest of the clearly insane crowd. [i]"They must be like me..."[/i] Jerry spoke to himself quietly [i]"...I wonder what they can do?"[/i]. With that thought Jerry took a seat back in the middle of the room, continuing to assess everyone in the room he deemed different from the crowd.