Cyrus awoke to stomach pains, the worst feeling a young adult like himself could feel in the morning. He was sprawled out of the cold metal floor of his cell, shackles weighing him down to the floor. The first thing Green was concerned about was food, he need food. Even though his powers were nulled, his metabolism was not impacted, much to his dismay. Cyrus dragged his tall and wiry frame into a slumped, standing position, and plodded towards his cell door, where his breakfast lay in wait. Imagine a staving obese man finding a fallen cheeseburger of the ground. Multiply this image by five and then one might understand what Cyrus looked like as he ravaged his food. After his stomach was thoroughly filled, he stood back onto his feet and stretched. His muscles bulged slightly, and his bracelet sent him a little shock. Green looked down at his wrist and frowned, why had it done that?

A guard warily walked up to the door of Cyrus' cell, he was known to be very violent towards the guards. Green scowled at the MSP as the man opened his cell door. "S-sunday Communit-y Ro-om," the poor bastard stuttered. Cyrus just smirked and walked past him, not bothering to look back. The young adult was sick of being in this prison, sick of being hungry and he was also sick of the stupid jumpsuit. Cyrus was so tall, his orange jumpsuit was two sizes to small, and clung to him tight enough to make him look muscular, which he was not. Green shuffled along, heavy metal shackles clanking around, they were alway super careful with him. 

The guard opened the SCR and shoved Cyrus in and quickly closed the door. "You're kindness is astonishing," Green spat sarcastically as he regained his balance. He looked around the room and raised an eyebrow, He was about to speak when his eyes found the camera in the corner of the room. To his surprise, the men in the room were already plotting to escape. "Do you guys have an actually plan? Or are you just spitting nonsense to boost your hope that we'll make it out this hell-hole?" Cyrus muttered these words just loud enough for them to hear, and the camera not to. He sat down into a vacant chair and rested his chin onto his fist. He grabbed a power bar from a pocket in his jumpsuit. He had connects with a few of the guards who were willing to give him food in turn for certain favors he could arrange outside of the prison. Of course his connections were limited, he really only had one guy who could get people inside the prison certain...things. Cyrus finished off his food, muscles once again, bulging, this time it was a bit more noticeable.