INSANE discussion

Eat, take your pills, fight

Red shuffled into the dinning room with sunglasses on, making the red hard to see.

Isabelle walks in after him and ruffles his hair. "How are you today." She Ask as she sits in a chair.

Red smiled at Sarah, "Good. How are you?"

"I'm fine thanks for asking. By the way you are looking good this morning." she says smiling up at him then she looks at her nails and starts picking at them.

Red leans back in his chair and stares at the roof.

((O.O Just read his profile and he's no supposed to be all cheery 0.0))

((I know that lol.))
She slams her hands down on the table. As hard as she could
"So whats your name and why are you in here?"

Red scowls at her, "That's none of your business."

"I think it is. So why don't you tell me, or are you to scared."

Red sneers, "Maybe you should tell me first."

"You are scared to tell me. Haha wow thats awesome!" She starts laughing.

Red stretches and lifts his arms purposely, letting the knife strapped to his arm glint in the light, "Fear? No."

"Nice knife you got there. Can i hold it for a second?" Isabelle didnt know why he showed her the knife in the first place but if he thought it scared her he was dead wrong.

Red lowered his sunglasses a bit and he was overwhelmed with the amount of 'red' in this room. There was Isabelle's and there were a whole gathering of people in the next room. He bit his lip hard to stop himself from grabbing the knife and slitting her throat just to get a glimpse at the blood.

She grinned at him. She saw him bite his lip and the way his muscle tensed. She could tell he was holding back from doing something.
"If you want a fucking knife fight, I'll give you one." SHe grins and leans back in her chair till the front legs come off the ground.

Red pushed the glasses back up and sagged a bit with relief. He sighed and looked around the room to check he couldn't see any red. He then looked at Isabelle, "Go die in a hole."

Isabelle eyebrows shot up and she laughed. "I would if i could."Then she heard the voice of her little brother. She looked beside her and there he stood. "Dont wish that." Then he fades away. She sighs and slips her finger inside her sleeve to touch the knife attached to her arm by a rope. How easy it would have been to cut him.

Red looked around at the cameras in the corners. They were high but someone could have easily shot something at it. Why hadn't anyone. Red picked up some of his, so called, porridge in a spoon and threw it onto the camera. The sludge covered the lens and Red grinned. How easy would escaping be if he had a machine gun.

"Man what was the point in that exactly?" She ask looking at him like he was stupid.

Red flung more porridge at the other cameras in the room and dropped his spoon on the table. The cameras usually followed anyone that walked. He stood up and paced around the room slowly but the cameras didn't follow. They remained stationary. He grabbed his bowl, emptied the contents onto the table and used it to smash a camera.

Chelsea walked in

All while this was going on Isabelle sat and watched. She had a grin permanently etched onto her face. "Ok your my new favorite person."

Red smashed the bowl into another camera and it shattered. He dropped the piece he was holding and grabbed his spoon. He threw it at the camera but it just rebounded off, "Anything else I could use?"

Chelsea stopped of the sight of breaking cameras and moved back

"Knife?" Isabelle saw Chelsea and sent a smug grin in her direction. "O look fresh meat."

Chelsea took another step back and bumped into the door

Red remember his knife and pulled it out. He used the hilt to smash the remaining cameras and put it back in its spot. He looked over at Chelsea before looking back at the locked metal door that was looming in front of him. People would probably be rushing in, alerted by the noise or their camera screens going blank.

"Don't be frightened. Come on in join the party."

Chelsea slowly walked in and sat

"Hello." She says in a fake sweet voice. Then she looked over at Red. "Give it up. You'll never make it."

'hi' she replied quietly

Red sat back down, looking at his handy-work. He looked at Chelsea coldly.

"HOw are you on this fine morning."She ask looking bored

'uh um good' she said sitting straight

"Well thats great. i was having a good day...Then you walked in and now my whole day is burning in Hell. " she sighs.

Red looked away from the two and stared at the ground. He was tempted to pull out his knife and cut himself just to smell the metallic scent of blood again but he restrained his desire, with a lot of effort.

Isabelle saw the look on Reds face and knew he wanted the blood. She took out her knife and grabbed Chelsea arm and cut her hand.

chelsea pulled her hand back in pain

Red's head snapped to Chelsea's hand at the scent of blood. He gripped the chair to stop himself launching at her in a stabbing fury. He sent a dark glare at Isabelle through the sunglasses.

Chelsea moved back snatching the knife from Isabelle so she couldn't cut her any more

Chelsea held the knife wiping the blood off

Red growled and shut his eyes. He slammed his hand down, hard on the table a few times. He could see the red through his sunglasses.

She flies out of her chair and starts punching Chelsea in the face."You never take my knife!" She screams and yanks her knife back from Chelsea.

Red could almost taste the blood. He gripped the table harder, not even noticing the girls fighting.

Chelsea screams pulling the knife back and cutting her face before getting up and standing on the other side of the table

"O HELL NO" Isabelle stands up and runs at Chelsea she hits her in the back of the head. THen wraps her hands around her neck. She breaks the girls arm that holds the knife and takes it back.

Red wrapped his fingers around the cup and squeezed it until it shattered. The blood spilled over his hand and onto the table. All over his clothes and some specks landed on his face. The smell was overpowering him and he growled again.

Chelsea digs her nails deep into Isabelle's arm 'i haven't done this in a long time but yeah' as she got out of her arms and grabbed her chest feature (i can't say it man cause it is just wrong) and twisted it

Chelsea sits down again throwing her bowl of porridge

Red sits, stationary and un-moving. He kept on growling, a low menacing sound emitting from his throat. He removed his fingers from the shattered glass and inspected his hand. There was his blood, Chelsea's blood and whatever else was in the cup. He left his hand resting on the table and just stared straight ahead. The desire was still there, ebbing at the corner of his mind, begging for attention but he ignored it.