[centre][color=6ecff6][h1]Arthur Ragnarson[/h1][/color]
[h2]Room 15/Pool[/h2][/centre]

From his room Arthur could hear the sounds of others returning to their rooms, it was clear the first session was to be a short introductory one.  While he had his concerns, and the involvement of his father made him even more wary, he knew that the inmates' best option was to carry on cooperating with their captors.  That was, at least, until another option presented itself.  It was a tempting idea to let their powers develop and then try and break out but the scientists had the nullifier; it wouldn't go as well as some had tried to imply earlier.

[i]And they have cameras everywhere, I bet. It'll be difficult to coordinate with the others to surprise them.  I guess it's just the status quo for now.[/i]

Arthur rolled his shoulders, feeling the itch to exercise as he often did when unsure where to go next.  For him it was like preparing for the unexpected, keeping in the best physical condition he could so that he was ready for anything.  However, he didn't feel like going to the gym.  He needed time to think and pumping weights was pretty exhausting and wouldn't give him the time.

[i]There was a pool, wasn't there?[/i]

As he suspected, the wardrobe in the room contained a change of clothes, not his own but in a similar style (it was mildly creepy to what extent they had researched the inmates) but no swimming shorts.  It seemed unusual for the place, so well thought out, not to have clothes for the pool so he ventured that way anyway and found locker rooms inside, one for men and one for women.  The lockers were labelled and had towels, swimming shorts and goggles inside.

After a quick change and a brief shower he ventured into the pool, feeling the warmth of the heated water filling up the room.  No one else was there yet but each person coped with their stress in different ways; it wouldn't surprise him to find some staying in their rooms while others went to the games room.

Arthur dived into the pool and began swimming lengths, letting his mind go blank as he focussed on stroke after stroke, losing himself in the simple joy of physical exertion.