A World Without Sun discussion

One bed in every room along with a small bathroom and a two way mirror covering the one wall.
This is where men come to breed with you.

Pandora sat on get bed, carving into her arm with a butter knife.

Pierce knocked on her door, bored. Maybe his new breeder was a talker.

Pandora looked up to the door, breeding hours were over so she didn't understand why there was a knock, "come in.." She called.

Pierce poked his head in. "Whacha doing?" he asked.

Pandora looked his face over, "nothing.." She lied, hiding the knife and her wrist behind her as she sat on her bed.

"Do you talk much?" he asked.

She shrugged, her silence answering his question, "I'm an ok listener..."

Pierce frowned. "I'm bored. What do you do here?" he asked.

She shrugged and held up the knife and her wrist.

Pierce's eyes widened. "Good, god. I knew it was bad, but really? You want me to see if I can get you... oh. Powers." he said.

She rolled her eyes and went back to cutting, "I'm fine," she stated, concentrating on her wrist.

Pierce raised an eyebrow. "If you say so." he said.

She moved over on her bed carefully, not wanting to bleed on the blanket, "can you grab me a towel? There's one under my bed.." It was her blood towel, "then you can sit down if you want.."

Pierce kept quiet and got her the towel. "Here." he said, handing it to her before sitting down.

She pout it on the bed just in time for for a drop of blood to drop from her arm. She glanced at him, "you know, your the first supervisor who hasn't taken the knife away and sent me to the nurse then the detention room," she stated.

"I'm not the one who decides if you're gonna be an idiot or not." he said, looking away. How could a girl do this to herself?

Pandora nodded slowly, "it gives me something to do.." She muttered; she wasn't an idiot!

"Making out with you supervisors is something to do." he said under his breath, hopping she wouldn't hear. She was really pretty.

She glared at him, hearing his comment, "cutting is what keeps guys away," she stated and carved a broken heart, "they don't want to be near something so broken," her voice was almost sad sounding..

"You aren't broken. Just bored. D'you like TV?" he asked her.

She shook her head, "nothing good is ever on," she stated and flinched when she went a little to deep. She dabbed the towel on her wrist.

"What do you like?" he said, pulling out his phone to see what he could get.

She shrugged, "I don't know..." She didn't like much.. Then again, people normally didn't ask her what she liked so she didn't think of it much, "I like animals I guess.. Black bears mostly.."

Pierce found a few videos on black bears. "Comedy or documentary?" he asked her, looking through them.

She shrugged, "surprise me.." She bit her lip at the pain in her wrist, "wow.. That stings..." She got up and went to the bathroom. She rinced off her wrist then bandaged it up, then washed the towel and hung it up to dry. She came back and sat next to him. She didn't realize how attractive he was.. She ignored it and peered at the small screen.

Pierce ended up picking one where the bear had been taught to dance on two feet in a circle and played it for her.

Pandora watched and hid her smile; it was kinda cute... She took his phone and laid back on the bed, holding it up so she could still see.

Pierce watched her expressions change slightly. She was so pretty... but he couldn't have her. She was his breeder, and he was her supervisor. Stupid rules.

The video ended and she sat back up. She held the phone out to him, "another.." Her voice didn't give away weather it was a request or order.

Peirce smiled and found another one with a different bear and more tricks. He handed her the phone back watching her face.

She laid back down and watched the screen, she almost smiled at one part but stopped herself.

Pierce sighed, knowing she had to be holding back a smile. He wanted to ask why, but he didn't want to interrupt the video.

The video ended and she sat back up and held the phone back out to him, wanted to ask to watch another but felt bad for taking over his phone. She picked at the white bandage over her wrist.

((Getting off))

"More?" he offered. "Unless you're willing to answer a question."

Pandora shrugged, "what's the question?"

"Why won't you smile? This is hilarious and you won't smile." Pierce said, gesturing to his phone.

Pandora looked his face over, "smiles are special and shouldn't be wasted on simple things," she stated matter-of-factually.

"A bear dancing isn't a simple thing!" he said.

She rolled her eyes, "if you say so.." she sighed and looked around her room for something to do.

Pierce sighed and sat down on the floor. "You don't get many guys?" he said, looking her over.

Pandora shrugged, "not meany guys want to get close to someone with the name Pandora" she held her head high, she wasn't ashamed of her name.

Pierce cocked his head. "I like it." he said.

She flinched slightly and looked at him, her cheeks went a little pink and she said nothing.

Pierce bit his lip and looked away. Whoops.

She got off her bed and took her knife over to the bathroom to wash it, then hid it in her sock drawer, "you shouldn't say things you don't mean," she stated and looked back at him. She looked over at him and looked at his numbers; he still had a long life ahead of him.. "what made you decide to become a supervisor?"

"I meant it. I like your name. And my dad..." he said.

Pandora ignored the part about her name and nodded, "was he a supervisor too?" she asked simply and went back over to her bed to sit.

Pierce sighed. "Yeah." he said unhappily.

Pandora nodded, "I guess that means were kinda alike.." she looked his face over, "my mom was a hooker who slept with guys.." she looked around the room, "only difference is; I don't get paid.."