Depends on how busy you are. If its just going to be five days after five days of waiting, then there's really no point, is there?

OOC-So, guessing I can just forget about this then?

"Fortunately, they all open the doors out of here. What I got out of the thoughts, is basically that they weren't spending a teeny tiny bit extra on a little more security. Seems budget cuts are the norm for them though, nyeh? Given the expert manner in which they take care of us here." Sarcasm, something of a very common habit for him. The perfect weapon for a cynic to wield.

"Ah, and while I'm thinking about it little lady, the moment I see a thought like that is the moment your throat's getting lodged with the business end of a knife, not mine....So don't get any ideas. Besides, you can slit my throat, but who's to say I don't work in on yours while I'm headed down?" Adon chuckled, rolling over onto his belly once more as he had originally. "Then again, why bother? If I get to trail your dumbass into the shower as a ghost, and mind-rape you while you're asleep it might just be fun enough to go for. So, that in mind, feel free to off me Cassie." She wouldnt see it, but he was sticking his tongue out at her now. He had something of a....morbid sense of humor it would seem.

"So....what is today? I haven't been out and about in awhile....so I haven't bothered keeping track of time." He stated, scratching at his chin, leg twitching and shifting position restlessly as he lay.

"I like the way you think.....You'll have to remind me of that so I dont sink into nihilism and knife you in the face later...." Adon answered, continuing to stare off in the darkness of his room. One of his personal perks, was that they had eventually kept the lights off for him, even placing the switch on the outside. Adon hated prolonged periods under lighting....darkness kept him quiet, and quiet kept the nurses from doing much work, so they were happy to appease him in a way that would actually remove a little extra in thier electrical bill.

"Anyway....as far as escaping goes, I suppose I would have a plan...a small one though. As your thoughts reminded me, this place isnt quite what they like to make it out to be. Its not comfortable, its not cozey, and it sure as hell isnt up to date. So, on the first of every month, they try to make things look a little less....like a prison. They even get ballsy enough to take some of us out on waks....of course, they like to think we're all medicated, so they dont expect any bad behavior. With luck, you could get out for said walk....maybe make use of your pen.....snatch the keycard they use for the cells and open them.....and by them, yes...I mean all of them. I dont give a rat's ass for those incoherent twats still rotting here, they dont have the mental capacity to help us, or join us....but their dementia will be more than enough to swing them into helping distract the security, and nurses while we make our way out....Since this IS an asylum and not a prison, they dont have massive metal gates, so once we're out the front door, we're free to do whatever the hell we want."

"Splendid little conspiracy you've worked up there kiddo." He whispered, a smirk playing his features. He might have said kiddo, but it was more toward comparing the time they'd spent there not their ages. Rolling over onto his back, Adon stared off into the dark of the vent upside down, so anxious that it was a struggle to keep himself stilled. He had amassed a great deal of energy knowing there was someone he could talk to. "Fortunately, that's the sort of thinking that keeps me from downing taking the meds. Not sure if you could do it the way I do though.....you have to be in their heads...know what they're thinking....distract them by using their own emotions, and let them storm out without checking to see if you've taken them. Its one thing to spew crap about a woman being a bitch, its another to tell her that Robert's out fucking her sister because she's growing old and starting to sag."

A chuckle erupted from the boy as he pulled his arms up to fold behind his head. "As for them following you for help. Fuck that, go toss that idea out at some fucking Hollywood producer for another gay fucking drama about ghost-whisperers. You're locked up....you've probably killed them yourself...or are planning to subconsciously. That dumb broad gave you a writing utensil, didn't she? Maybe we'll find out my little assumption is right when you wake up above her limp carcass, a pen protruding from the bitch's throat with a pool of blood edging toward you. Oh oh oh....since you asked though, its not really proper of me to continue on like this. My name's Adon...Adon Kaiser Wilhelm. I mean, my birth-name would be something boring like Aden Kenith Williamson.....Buuuut I gave it a nicer touch. A little less sugar and a bit more spice makes for a name people can set on someone who belongs in this shit hole, neh? You already had a similar thought process as I recall, didnt you?"

"Oh, the fucks it matter, I dont care...and even if I did, you'd give me the answer soon enough regardless. So, little miss Cassie, maybe I should get into some less curious conversation material. How is it being locked up in a crazy can? Any nurses you like, really don't like? Maybe a doctor you want to slide a hook under's testicles, pierce the scrotum sack open with and pull's testicles up clear over his head? Oh oh oh.....and maybe a few of the female doctor's, if you're like me, you've wanted to lodge a burning metal rod into's ass, let it fuse to the insides, and just pull the bitches intestines out on the floor?" He actually...well...laughed again. "Ah...Spanish Inquisition what a good time frame for a sadomasochist to be up and about during."

Adon blinked, catching onto a set of thoughts not of the usual variety. Most were so...babbled....crazy.....far too unusual for him to actually catch. That was primarily what made this place hell. Hearing only what the nurses or doctors said, primarily because they were the only ones he could understand was growing dull.......but now, something new had happened, something that would shift the dull, repetition of his world.

Looking toward the vent he heard the voice from, Adon took note then of the processing thoughts which escaped from the speaker. Slowly, the boy shifted over onto his stomach and looked into the vent, relaying words of his own back...but failing to give greeting. "You're a diamond in the rough, aren't you?" He stated, resting his chin on his forearms. "Its been awhile since anyone capable of actual thought was in my reach......." He did not mean that of his physical reach of course.

"And for this someone to see what you see....It is safe to say that I am glad to see you....to meet you, Cassandra." This would be his first show of his ability......or atleast, the first show of his perceptive abilities. Perhaps he did not read her mind, perhaps he had caught information from nurses. It was possible, but it would mean he simply kept closing off the means by which he learned to carry on the illusion of his 'powers'.

"Shall I call you Cassie? Cassiopeia? Or perhaps you would decide to present me with your new name now?" Another instance...he may simply have set that out there, perhaps it was not psychic so much as luck, though a pecuilarity did exist in how he said it. "Tell me.....Do they look at you with pity, or anger?" He asked then a question that would seem beyond a means outside of the occult. "The dead.....the people you see die. Do their hanting spirits show you a passionate rage, or an unfathomable melancholy?"