Unapologetically self-destructive

"I spent five years in France learning to cook. Then a year in New Orleans. I can cook anything because everything is my specialty." He grinned, wrapping the towel around his hips as he walked into the bedroom and changed into a pair of sweats. "I can make you anything your heart desires."

Blaze followed him out to the bedroom, watching him dress from the corner of her eye before finding herself a set of his clothes. They were obviously too big but always comfortable and he seemed to like seeing her in them. She pulled the shirt on as he spoke, considering his words. "Anything? That's a big promise." she teased. "How about some fancy French crepes?" She didn't want anything big since she was leaving the next day and the leftovers would just be thrown out.

"I guess I’ll just have to meet them then, get to know them…or be horrible and have them largely avoid me…either way," he said, divided. One part of him wanted the conflict, craved it as he craved so much, but there was a small part of him that knew better. It was bravado to think he could be the exception but he had to be fifty percent bravado and it had gotten him through scrapes in the past. Blaze though, had obviously been at this for awhile and she seemed tired by this point. He took the cigarette she offered with a hearty thanks and placed the familiar comfort against his lips, leaning in to catch the fire. "You’re a savior," he said, his interest catching with her smile. "So what else is against their rules?" He asked and then took in a long drag, savoring the taste of nicotine on his tongue.

"Depends on them in the end. You'll see, but hopefully in a good way." Blaze said with a shrug. She could tell that all he wanted to do was fight to get out and it made her like him all the more. Despite her current state, Blaze was still ready to resist or escape should the opportunity arise. There was really only one thing she could lose and she wasn't even sure if she still had it. Recklessness had always been her specialty and it only grew with time. He lit the cigarette and Blaze took one for herself, lighting it before tucking the small cylinder back into her shirt and inhaling deeply. "Lots of things. Talking back, fighting, escaping, trying to kill them. Sometimes they'll rent you and give you more rules specific to them. Not that it keeps me from doing any of them." she said with a humorless snort of laughter.

"Those are the worst people in general, whether they're holding you captive or not," he said. He'd always hated people who thought they were better for no particular reason than just they were who they were; now he was stuck on an island full of them. "That's the spirit at least, just got to keep going for them. I figure I'll just insult them and be lewd and gross until they send me back." It wouldn't be that simple judging by the looks of things, but they'd never met Bryan before. He at least wouldn't make it easy for them to break him. "So, got any tips for how to spot the nice ones that'll let me go? Maybe one of them will allow for a bit of football around here? Or maybe give me a cigarette?" His smile was cheeky admittedly but so was hers, a kindred smile that let Bryan know that Blaze was like him, a fighter.

"It's worse when you're here. They're already more powerful than you and for them to act it...Well, it's not pretty." she said, wrinkling her nose a little. Her mother had been like that and her father a little because of their wealth but Blaze had hated them so she resented that attitude. "I try. Sadly they don't care. I've been fighting them...eight months? Maybe more...Christ." she muttered, running a hand through her hair distractedly. Too long. "The nice ones usually ask you if you want anything. You can tell from their tone of voice." she said, pulling herself from her thoughts and looking back at him. The mention of cigarettes made her smile and she pulled her small stash from under the corner of her cot, offering him the pack before putting a hand down her shirt and taking out the lighter she had hidden away. "Technically we're not allowed to have these but I smuggle them down all the time. Help yourself." she said, returning his cheeky smile with one of her own.

"I'm going to find one who secretly wants to be a slave herself...not sure if one of those exists but till then, I figure I'll be their worst nightmare...sing too loudly and whatnot. Hell, maybe I'll be such a nuisance that they'll give me back," he joked. After all, once he saw her smile a bit, he figured he'd try for more, just a flicker more of laughter. "Either way though, what is being rented like?" He asked, a speck of curiosity in him even though he was determined to fight back when it was his turn. "And here I was planning for some group talk therapy," he said, another wry smile, creeping along his face.

"You'll have a tough time of that. A lot of them are stuck up, superior types." Blaze said, lifting her chin a little as if to demonstrate. "But I did consider the giving me back thing. Sadly no matter how many dicks I try to bite off, they just can't get enough of me." It was partially joking so she was smiling but it was the truth. Violence had no bounds here and that applied to her as well when she got the chance. "A rental is different according to each super. Some of them are very relaxing, where they leave you alone for the entire time. Those are my favorite. Others like to spend time with you but you're still free to move around. The worst are the abusive ones. They try to break you or use you for whatever they want." Her jaw tightened at the thought, remembering all the bad rentals and the supers who had caused them. His small joke made a flicker of a smile appear and she shrugged. "M'sure you can put that in the suggestion box if you really want it. They should get back to you never." she teased faintly.

"So I guess I’m stuck then," he said with a shrug and a wry smile. "I doubt any one of them is going to take a shine to a bruiser with a bad attitude. I’m just looking to find one that might bring me booze or maybe even some drugs." He ran a hand through his ruffled hair and looked up at the ceiling and then at the girl. He could tell that once upon a time she’d been like him, full of fight and vigor. Maybe that was part of why he wanted to fight even harder. "Any other ways…some hobbies or activities, like group swim. Don’t they let us get some group exercise?" He was jesting a bit now, but wasn’t that all he had left, a joke here and there so he wouldn’t despair.

Blaze's smile mirrored his own and she shook her head. "You'd be surprised. I can't even count the number of times I've cursed at them or attacked them but I still get rented by a couple good ones." Her last rental with Pippa had been extremely draining but she had fought the siren as hard as she could have so it gave her some peace of mind while she recovered. She had been through too much, aged too quickly. His next question made her laugh a little and she ran a hand through her hair as she spoke. "Nah, they'd never let us group up. I think they secretly like us to be pale and sickly and unattractive. Some weird fetish or something." It was as close to a joke as she could get. "They might let you out for a shower sometime but it's rare. The guards aren't exactly...friendly."

He gulped slightly, looking down with a sigh; she was right though and they couldn’t stockpile anything in these cells. “Fine, well…how do we get out of these cells, even for a little bit?” These creatures might be able to make him talk but that just meant he’d have to be careful, not that careful planning was exactly his forte; he’d always been something of a hot head, but either way, first he’d have to size up these supers as they called them.

"M'sorry." Blaze said, letting out a quiet breath at the words. She hated the look on his face, as if that hope had been dashed. Still, it was better for him to know now than to find out like she had and end up halfway to death. "If one of them likes you they can rent you, take you out for a week or so. It's not much but it's usually better than down here." she said with a shrug, watching him process everything. It looked like he was already thinking about what he could do and she couldn't help but smile faintly at that. It reminded her a lot of herself, how fiercly she had fought and searched for a way out.

"But there are ways to kill anything. There has to be something's that they're weak to...we'd just have to stock up. Maybe it'd take awhile to get all of us together and willing to fight but...but I'm not afraid," he said. He'd been through pain, been through what he'd thought was hell, but it had nothing on this. Still, it wasn't in his nature to give up. "There has to be a way to fight," he said.

"There are. I have an idea of what most of them need for you to kill them but...It's hard to get anything. M'not afraid of them either." Blaze said, still frowning. "It'd ljust ook really suspicious if you came down here with a stake, even more so if they start piling up. And...They can make you tell them anything." The thought of compulsion and siren songs made her shudder slightly before she turned her thoughts back to him. "Escape is definitely the best option but even that is difficult. They're just...They have a lot of power."