I'm no Angel

"If that makes us the main cast of it, enjoy the glory now that you can. They should but they’re broke as fuck. Don’t expect a lot from this place, really."

"I could happily live without it. Though I think it's only fair if we expect electricity. After all that's the only damn prerequisite that we're given here because fresh air is not an option, apparently."

"We have a freaking power out. Isn’t that fabulous?"

"Now, that's just great. This place is officially the perfect location for any horror story ever. Shouldn't they have a second generator?"

"Maybe they just moved her.."

"I thought so too but the few things she's allowed to own are still in place. Maybe they put her into ISO but don't you think someone would've let me known by now?"

"That might be me."

"Might? Nice choice of words. Where the hell have you been?"

"Last time I checked, having a room to yourself is a good thing. Why care about her?"

"It is. It's actually great. And I guess it's a mixture of care and curiosity. I mean, how the hell can someone not be inside of their room for four days without any of the staff noticing, right?"

"I killed her."

"Normally I would be worried but killing someone inside of here must be the hardest thing possible so...Congrats, I guess."

No, you don´t sound like a pessimist. More like a realist. Alright, this is going to sound awful and cheesy and I apologize in advance, but I can´t help it. If it´s not too personal… What did a beautiful girl like you do to end up in a horrible place like this?

Oh god, yeah, that's awful and really cheesy but apology accepted. I - I killed my family, ran away, hid for three years until the police found me but I have Amnesia so they had to bring me here. So basically I'm here so they can 'fix' me and then they'll decide if I'll have to go to prison or not. And that's my story and if you don't mind me asking, cheesy guy, what got you in here?

Sorry about that. It´s just that I was just tossed into a mental institution. I´m not exactly feeling all that awesome right now.

I don't want to sound like a pessimist but it'll get worse before it gets better. However, we're all labeled as crazy in here so at least you're not the only one.

But kidnapping a bunny probably isn’t as fun as killing someone Im sure. Who did you kill? And it’s whatever, i’ve kinda gotten over it. 

I wouldn't exactly call killing people fun but to each their own, I guess. And it was my family. My adoptive family, to be exact.

Well this is awkward. Not to mention inconvenient.

I think I missed the memo that explains what you mean.

Damn, hardcore. Um, depression and attempted suicide

I wish I could say I kidnapped a bunny but we don't always get what we wish for. Anyway, I'm sorry to hear that. I bet being here isn't the easiest thing for you.

          “Prove it.”

"Tell me how and I'll do it."

"Thank you kindly for your generosity. Ah. Alright. I won’t touch it…as much as I want to touch it, I won’t." 

"Yeah, my generosity descreases when it comes down to brownies. Sorry. I'm Jane, by the way. I don't think we've met before , so..."