“Seems like you’d know with that badge of yours. What area are you in in the GCPD anyways, huh?”

Not that Jerome would correct anyone. The confusion surrounding his incarceration; the wariness and underestimation that emanated from his fellow prisoners only excited the psycho. After his disagreement with his last cellmate and subsequent time in solitary, he was now greeted with a newest place of residence. “Home sweet home.” He said, hopping up onto the bed he now claimed as his. “How’s it going, roomie?”

[  ] Pathetic          [  ] Off no consequence          [  ] Intriguing [  ] Frightening     [  ] Unsettling                          [  ] Annoying [ x ] Infuriating     [ x ] Pleasant company           [  ] Comforting [  ]  Unable to be lived without                            [  ] Trustworthy 

Holly held on to her fist after she had stepped away from the girl, thanks to Mickey’s restraining her. She sighed and looked back at him once the girl had walked off. “You may not have noticed it, but she had a gun in her pocket, Mickey. I saw her in the department the other day talking with one of the more shady characters the GCPD employs and how they were both looking over at you the other day. I’m almost sure she’s been following you and she was probably going to lure you out of here to use that gun on you tonight.” Holly said seriously, letting out another sigh. “I wasn’t going to stand by and let that happen.”

He took out in his lawn, watching as the movers carried things inside. “Fucking watch what you’re doing with those boxes, they’re fragile!” He said. The assholes were just jerking out the boxes with his lab equipment with them. “If I wanted my shit broken, I’d hire some fucking monkeys!” He took a deep breath and turned away. Jesus Fucking Christ, what was wrong with them? He paid good money for them to not fuck up everything. He stuck a cigarette in his mouth and looked around his new neighbourhood, spotting one of his neighbours. “What the fuck are you looking at?”

Inside their home, the air was stale and heavy, the beginnings of summer already beginning to make the apartment uncomfortably hot, although at least there was no thick and irritating coal smoke that leaked from the stove in the wintertime. Two of the wooden chairs had been knocked over, either in some sort of fight or in someone’s rush out the door, and Mandy righted them and then pushed them under the table to create more space in the small room before making her way to the two doors that led to both of the family’s bedrooms to see if her brother was in either of them.

“Really? From you? Thanks, but I think I’ll pass. It’s the last class of the day, it can’t matter that much.” Holly shook her head, glad she had at least one friend in that class to steal notes from tomorrow. She looked back at Kenny when she noticed him staring at her. “You know, you can feel free to compliment me, my shorts or my ass while you’re staring.”

It was congregation, or whatever the fuck it was called, where all the ‘well behaved’ inmates were stuck in a room and left to socialize and entertain themselves. It was only the second time Ace was allowed, having just been moved from Max security. She plopped down in a chair near a thuggish looking fella. It felt like forever since she talked to anyone. Most of her completely androgynous, she asked in a distinctly feminine voice. “What cha in for?”  There was probably a rule about asking people why they were there, but who did she care?