Hiro jumped up from sitting in the leisure room and started to pace restlessly around the area. He took deep breaths to calm himself down, but it didn't feel like it was working. Ever since he was sent here, he felt so weak and useless and [i]restless[/i]. It was infuriating having to go day by day with all of these people and freaks- actual freaks that didn't do anything but sit and stare at walls or cry or whatever. There had to be a way out. Good behavior didn't do shit for anyone. Violence didn't either, but without his power he felt a nagging emptiness in the back of his mind.

On an impulse, he snapped his fingers, hoping for a spark, a light- something, but nothing came. He grunted, kept pacing, and snapped his fingers harder. Nothing. "Is anyone else sick of this shit?" He said aloud, looking around at everyone in the room, "Like, I can't-" Snap. "Everything is so-" Snap. Snap. He threw his hands up. "Forget it." He threw himself down in the nearest chair which happened to be near a guy, a new face. "Did you say something? Who are you?" His tone implied a small measure of hostility, but it was purely misdirected. He looked the guy up and down and narrowed his eyes at the book in his hands.