thief in the night [calypso]

It was late. Most of the lights were being shut off in the asylum as the nurses prepared the patients for bedtime and the guards did their final round. Tobias, as usual, did not feel like adhering to his curfew. Instead of being a good patient and pulling back his bedsheets, he had his nose in the infirmary. For the umpteenth time, he was wiggling a bobby pin in the cabinet's lock, working vigorously, as he knew his time was limited. He'd found it on the floor in the visiting room, months ago, when his brother had used to come see him. Ever since, he had kept it hidden in his room. It was small, easy to conceal, and no one had found it on him yet. If they did, he knew they would take it from him. It was considered 'a danger,' for reasons Tobias could not comprehend. I mean, what the fuck did they think he was going to do with it? Try to gauge someone's eye out? I'm sure that would work well. Then again, maybe the staff weren't total idiots after all, and they knew such things could be used as tools to break into their precious medicine cabinets and locked rooms when in the right, or wrong, hands.

Aside from exploring the storage rooms and corridors, desperately seeking an exit, the delinquent's second hobby was stealing pills -- or, rather, trying. It seemed a nurse always walked in at the last moment, clucking her tongue in disappointment and chiding sweet scoldings to him. That's why, when he heard a sound echo from one of the back rooms of the infirmary, he nearly jumped out of his skin, fumbling with the pin as it dropped to the floor with a quiet clatter. "Damn it," he cursed under his breath, balling his hand into a fist out of frustration.