Nanba Prison (Nanbaka RP Group) discussion

A simple room that contains a queen-sized bed, a desk, attached suite, dresser, nightstand, and a chest. All are wooden with a dark stain and the colour of brown consistent throughout the room, even on the walls. There isn't a touch of personality in the room beside the photo of him and his sister on the bedside table and a pile of paperwork on the desk.

When Charlotte jolted into consciousness, the last thing she remembered from her dream was her father's cackle. Her eyes flashed open with a gasp and a world of gray wooshed into view. For a split second, she forgot where she was. There were so many blue things in her room, only so she could see some color, so the darkness of the walls startled her. Only after a moment did she realizse that this was her brother's room, and that she was still hugging his face against her chest. Her brows furrowed for a moment as she tried to recall the events of the night before. With another gasp, everything came back to her. Tears welled up in her eyes and she hugged Dureau closer, one hand in his hair and the other gripping the man's shoulder. It took all of her will-power not to burst into sobs, though, as the tears left her eyes, she did start sniffling.

Dureau 'woke up' when he heard sniffles and felt a familiar warmth hugging him. He moved his hand to her head, running his fingers gently through Lottie's sleek hair. He didn't say anything, realizing that he'd hit her with a sledgehammer when he revealed the past he had kept under lock and key. He barely even slept, a half-conscious state the entire night only because he had her by his side. After digging up all those memories, he would have been ridden with nightmares not to mention he would have likely killed whoever had touched him if he hadn't known it was her. He could sense people's blood, each person's blood different. It was an unusual thing that he practically ignored at this point. Dureau eventually moved Charlotte's head closer and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Despite his tenderness, the arm that wrapped underneath her to reach her hand was tensed tight around her.

Dureau's tenderness only made it worse for Charlotte. Her gentle sniffles turned into sobs, and soon she had her face nuzzled into his neck, her arms tightened around him. She couldn't help it at this point. Learning about all that had happened to Dureau made her realize that she had been blind in more ways than one when they were younger. He had done everything he could to protect her, and guilt now weighed heavily on her conscience. "E...Em," she whimpered once she had somewhat calmed, only to start sobbing all over again. She held onto her brother so tightly that her arms trembled, though she was already shaking to begin with.

(I'M NOT CRYING, WHAT?!)

((The feels are reaaaaal))

Her sobs were stabs in the abdomen. He hated hurting her in any way, the fact he was behind these sobs was tearing him apart. "It's in the past now, Lottie," he murmured, continuing his soft strokes against her hair. He moved his other arm to wrap around her, holding her close. He didn't try to stop her crying though, knowing it was an outlet of suppressed emotions that she needed to let go. All he could do was hold his sister and hope this would ease the sensation that had continued to plague him since killing Juang. Would this free his mind of the past? At this point, he knew it wasn't likely but as long as Lottie was here by his side; it wouldn't matter. "Can you forgive me?" he asked in a soft whisper, feeling a small sense a dread at the small possibility of her saying no.

Charlotte's sobbing softened to confused sniffles due to his question, her brows furrowing as she pulled back a bit to look at Dureau's face. "Wh-what...? Forgive you? For what? You didn't do anything wrong... What are you talking about...?" she whimpered, wiping at her eyes. Her pain and guilt began melting into frustration on Dureau's behalf. "Why are you asking me to forgive you?! You big idiot! You're the best brother in the world, ever, and I love you, and you did all of that for me, and it wrecked you, and I should be asking you to forgive me!"

At this point, Charlotte was crying again, but now she was sitting up, no longer clutching Dureau to her chest but instead hugging herself. Her brother had done everything in his power to protect her. He was only four years older than her, only about eight when his childhood was ripped so viciously from him. If their mother had been more present in their lives, would Dureau have gone through what he had? Would the woman still be alive? Would their father? Charlotte raked her hands harshly through her hair, as if trying to claw the hundreds of questions out of her brain. Slowly, she pulled her legs up to her chest, burying her face in her knees and pulling at her hair as she tried her best not to start sobbing again.

Dureau opened his eyes when she pulled away from him. He turned to look at her, his ice blue eyes vacant of emotions as they usually were but the lines of his eyes were soft. He smiled a bit, something that only Lottie was able to do. She was feeling pain on his behalf, as much as he didn't want her to, it still left a warm feeling inside him. "I have nothing to forgive you for," he stated, "I lied to you all this time," he explained simply. He'd been dishonest, hiding the truth from her just to save her from these emotions. If she had known back then, she would have tried to stop it. If she did that, then doing what he did would have been for nothing. Adrain surely would have killed her and then him.

Dureau sat up when she began cowering in on herself and when she had curled up into a little ball of misery, Dureau reached over and lifted her up into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, leaning her against his body and rested his head on top of her's, He effectively stopped her abuse to her hair and rocked her. "I don't need your tears, Lottie," he eventually said. "I need your smiles, your laughter, and your singing," he told her and pulled his head back to look at her face. "We suffered in the past and we suffer enough today because of it. I don't want you to suffer any more than I can help, understood?" he asked. He wiped away a stray tear and kissed her forehead. "I love you too."

Charlotte allowed herself to be moved, not putting up a fight. She curled into Dureau's chest, gripping a handful of his shirt's fabric to keep him close. "I...don't want you to suffer anymore, either," she mumbled after her brother spoke. It took her a moment to meet his gaze, but once she did, a small smile lit up her face. She pressed her hads to his cheeks and pressed her forehead to his a bit roughly, doing so on purpose. "Your...eyes need to be more blue, so I can see them better," she muttered, smiling wider and giggling softly, her own eyes sparkling beautifully. Then she ducked down and nuzzled into his chest again, sighing softly. "Will a song make you feel better?"

Dureau rubbed her arm in comfort, "hopefully, this will lead me to that path," he mused. It was his main motivation to tell her after all these years after all. He wanted to move past his past and get rid of this feeling that didn't leave even after killing his tormentor. Lottie had changed so much, but had he?
Dureau looked into Lottie's eyes, unfazed by her rough treatment. It wasn't rare for her to smack his head for doing something, in her words, 'was stupid'. He chuckled at her words despite the guilt that did plague him. "Should I get coloured contacts" he teased her with a grin, a grin that only formed in reaction to her own smile. Dureau chuckled once again, "you're the one crying not me," he teased her but after a brief moment, he answered. "Of course it would."

Charlotte pouted and smacked his arm at his teasing, grumbling, "Don't be mean. Your eyes are prettier than contacts, you stupid." She then crawled out of his lap, scooting a ways away, slipping her legs off the bed so she was more comfortable. "Don't stare at me. Lie down or something," she scolded after a moment, blushing lightly from embarrassment. Beginning a song was always the hardest part for her. When she was blind, there was less pressure, it seemed. With her sight, she could tell if people were enjoying her singing, and she could tell if they were bored. Thus, she had come to scold Dureau if he looked at her while she sang.

Despite all of this, Charlotte's voice was like an angel's, and once she began singing, the words flowed from her beautifully. Just like her silky hair, which tied to her ability, her voice was just as smooth and just as captivating. Instead of scolding Dureau again for looking at her, she closed her eyes and began singing. It was the song she sang for Dureau whenever he could not sleep, and it had become a comforting lullaby of sorts—La Vie En Rose's lyrics flowed from her lips, and the room's atmosphere instantly became calm, as if she were no human, but a siren. There seemed to be no other explanation, other than the possibility of her being an angel, as to her amazing voice.

Dureau smirked at her in response, chuckling, "never my intention," he drawled teasingly and watched as she got off the bed. He was often watching her, whether to ensure her safety or to just make sure she was okay. She was his everything. He didn't want to ponder where he would be if not for her existence in his life. He would be worse of a man than he already was.
Dureau chuckled when she complained about him watching her. There wasn't ever a time where she called him out on it. It was silly for her to be so shy about singing. Her voice made all other artists impossible for Dureau to listen to. He never had an interest in music but he could listen to Lottie sing for hours. He'd never allow her to sing for that long though, she'd surely hurt her voice or get too hungry. It was surprising that she didn't outright scold him but she was probably feeling a little soft after last night. However, despite the lack of a lecture, he laid down as commanded to listen to her. He laid his head down on his clasped fingers which were stretched up behind his head. He had his head turned slightly to watch her despite her demand. It was rarely something he complied willingly to.

The more she sang, the more Dureau relaxed on the bed until eventually he has his head turned towards the ceiling and his eyes closed. He focused on just listening to her, the tone lulling him into a peaceful state. This song always had this effect on him. He was glad that he was, really, the only one who ever hears her sing. He stayed silently listening, not even moving until she finished the song, only then did he turned onto his side to look at her. After a moment or two he stood up from the bed to check the time. "What time does your shift start?" he asked, looking at her.

Charlotte gasped at the reminder of her having a job, leaping to her feet and scrambling over to clock. She deflated with a relieved sigh, running a hand through her hair. "I start later. Around eleven. Thank god it's nine... Geeze," she laughed, trying to rid herself of the butterflies that had started in her stomach. She, as she always did as a part of her morning routine, began braiding her suprisingly tame hair, which made it about a foot shorter than it normally was, thankfully. Once she had it braided, she rolled it into a bun, holding it in place with two rubberbands and a clip, all of which were already with her. "Alrighty! I need to shower, change... And... What was the other thing...?" she muttered to herself. At this point, she was in her morning-mode, which meant that Dureau had become somewhat invisible. "Dang... Shower, change... Dang, what was it?! Ummm.... UMMMMMM..."

(The other thing is to eat something)

((thanks ;) ))

Dureau shook his head, rolling his eyes just a bit. She was sometimes such a scatterbrain. What would she do without him? Dureau was already taking out the garb he always wore, laying it out on the bed he just made. Unlike her, he had to be clocked in to work in about an hour. He had morning rounds to make, make sure nothing happened during the night, if so address and fix the issue. Once that was done, then he would have time to eat, do some paperwork before his next rounds. Fortunately, he didn't have babysitting duty today. If he had to supervise those fuckers while in the exercise area, he would probably whip someone. They often antagonized him just to see him snap. No one said murderers were smart.
Dureau listened to her ramble, knowing he'd been forgotten, "breakfast Lottie, eat your greens," he said as he headed to his attached suite. "Are you showering here or in your room? There's still one of your uniforms in the chest," he told her before going in to quickly shower.

Charlotte finally seemed to remember Dureau's presence, though him saying a color only managed to confuse her. "Green..? What's green? Oh... Oh, you mean vegetables... Don't use colors, stupid! I don't know what they look like, remember?!" she scolded, smacking the top of his head as if she were punishing a dog for eating something it shouldn't have. "I'll shower here. I have a uniform, like you said, my jacket's in the corner, and I'm too lazy to leave the room." Pushing him out of her way gently, she walked over to the bathroom door. Luckily she also had one of her towels in his bathroom. It was a rare day when she didn't come over to his room, or when he didn't come over to hers, so they often found each other's things in their rooms. Once she had undressed and gotten in the shower, she did as she always has and began singing as she washed herself, both to keep herself on time and because the bathroom had great acoustics.

Dureau smirked coyly, not regretting his words in the slightest, "not all vegetables are green you now," he drawled, knowing he was being an ass by saying something she clearly wouldn't know from experience. He couldn't help it, she was adorable when she was frustrated. He only laughed in reaction to her smacking his head, lifting his head to rub it. "You wound me, Lottie," he teased her and rolled his eyes. Ladies first apparently. "Don't take forever in there, Lottie, I gotta go in thirty or I'll be late," he told her but took the time she was in there to leave the room to grab something for them both to eat, well for him to snack on and her to eat. He'd returned just as she finished, leaving the food on the desk and went to shower as well as shave. He made sure he brought his clothes and wiped the fog from the mirror to gell his hair back. "Lottie, you'll have to grab another toothbrush from the cabinet. I threw the other one out," he told her as he exited and went to his chest again to clip on the straps that held certain key items he usually carried around Building 1.

After Dureau exited the shower, he walked in to see Charlotte and her curves in an eye-catching outfit: dark blue, leg-hugging, high-waisted jeans, a loose, wine-colored halter top, and her normal, knee-high, black leather boots. She was just adding a silver necklace to the ensemble when Dureau opened the bathroom door, the donut the man had gotten her hanging out of her mouth. After a quick glance, she looked away and ignored he was there, pulling out a few strands of hair from her bun to adorably frame her face, to add to her bangs. Then she grabbed her coat, pulled it on, rolled up the sleeves, and left it open. "Emmmm!" she groaned, a bite of donut still in her mouth but the rest of the item now in her hand. "Why'd you throw out the toothbruuuush?" She pouted at him cutely, her cheeks puffed up because of the donut. "You're such a meanie! And stupid!"

Dureau finished strapping his holsters on and tucking his taser, tranq gun and knife into their pockets. Unfortunately, the blade was fake due to security reasons but the handle was what he used to knock people unconscious. He glanced over at Lottie, raising a brow at her choice in outfit. Why did she make it such a task to keep boys from coming after her to just use her? He sighed, knowing she'd smack him if he put up a fuss, he stopped trying years ago. He went over to grab his bagel to pack into his bag when she spoke. He looked over at her and rolled his eyes, "the bristles were destroyed, it wouldn't be cleaning your teeth. You need to change it more regularly," he told her. He walked over and patted her head, being careful not to ruin her hair, she would definitely bite his head off if he did. "Hence why I always keep a spare in the cabinet," he drawled and pinched her nose. He definitely wouldn't allow any good for nothing have his sister. She was too cute to release into the world of cruel men. He returned to his desk to tuck the files he needed into his bag as he said, "will you be coming with me to the station or will I see you later?" he asked. He always ran into her during his rounds.

Charlotte continued to grumble about her toothbrush, even after he explained why he felt the need to throw it out. She even snapped her teeth at him when he pinched her nose, fully capable of biting him but luckily missing. "You big idiot. You stupid," she pouted, sticking her tongue out at him before shoving the rest of the donut in her mouth. She swallowed before speaking after he asked her about leaving with him. "No way am I leaving this early. Love you. Bye-bye!" Waving him off and giving him a kiss on the cheek, she turned away and went into the bathroom to search for her new toothbrush.

Dureau rolled his eyes at how immature she was. It was as if she had grown a special attachment to it or something. It was only a toothbrush. He blamed it on how emotional she still was. It took a lot out of him to stifle his chuckle when she tried to bite him but smirked at her name calling. "Not even for your big brother?" he teased and caught her before she ran off to give her a peck on the cheek and then releasing her. "Love you too. Don't be late," he warned and left before she could call him stupid again.

((their relationship makes me fangirl What's the game plan?))

Charlotte squealed when she was pulled back, giggling and smacking at the man's arms until she was released, rolling her eyes at his playfulness. After brushing her teeth and lazing about the room for a good hour, she became extremely bored and decided to check-in to work earlier than originally planned.

(Hmm... Well, I really want her to have a love interest. They can be male or female, preferably a guard... I WANT PROTECTIVE BROTHER MODE! But first, maybe we could rp them having break around the same time? People stare at her, 'cause who wouldn't? Do you happen to have any guards that don't have love interests??? They can be male or female.)

((NUUUUU NEVER NOPE! <-Full Dureau mode.
KK, building 1 breakroom then? Who'll post first?
I only have Nage right now but I really want him with a guy! And Nage is a sweetheart that can hold his own. Won't clash nicely with Dureau. Plus, it would be more fun if we get someone else to join us for this (unexpected arguments after all) so should we make a mention in Collab request? ))

(Sure! And lolol, sorry Em! We can rp them in the breakroom, and maybe your dude could be Lottie's friend? It'll make it easier to move the rp along until we get someone as a love interest for Lottie)

((Sure! ^^ Too bad I don't have my building 1 prisoner done, he could spark up some conflict... >~< But yeah, if I'm bringing him in during their break, I'll have to make up some sort of reason to visit since he's in block7 ))

(Oh, shit! Well, I thought he was in Block 1 >↓

((nah, I spread my characters out (kinda). But he's a subordinate so he could be doing an errand for his head to give Dureau something?))

(Idk! If it's easier, we can just keep it between the siblings?)

((Up to you, I don't mind either way. (Also an indecisive person) ^^ )

(GAH! Um... Decisions.... How about we just do the siblings? Your post first?)

((Sorry ^^ Sure for both))

(Don't be sorry!)

((I posted in the breakroom.. hopefully that's suitable ^~^))

Once Dureau got Lottie into his room and closed the door firmly behind him, only then was he able to relax. He lifted the jacket off her, throwing it onto this desk's chair, locked the door with a little bit of struggle before he headed over to his bed. He sat down, shifting himself with Lottie still in his arms, against the wall where he continued to hold her tight. He held her this way until she was calmed, refusing to release her while she was still sobbing. His heart, what little of it that was left, broke at the state his sister was in.
When she had finally calmed, his thoughts drifted back to what had got her into this state. Yes, she was upset with his revelation of his past but what he had seen her face was much different. She was terrified, something he hadn't seen in a long time. Someone had made her that scared was someone he needed to eliminate.

(Okay, so I'm gonna get Umiko done tonight, and I'll respond with her and Lottie, as it goes with my plan)

((okay))

Charlotte had finally managed to calm down. Her breathing was normal, save for the occasional sniffle, and her heart rate had returned to a safe pace. Unfortunately, what remained was a slight tremble in her hands. It wasn't anything that she couldn't handle, but it may have made Dureau keep her from doing what she was currently planning on doing: taking a shower. She was certain that the smell of her tears and snot was revolting, and she wanted to wash away the tear tracks on her face. From an outsider's perspective though, she was still as flawless and gorgeous as ever. The tear tracks down her face made by her eyeliner made her look like a painting, the smell of her tears like sea spray and her 'snot' nonexistent. She looked broken, but not fragile as one would expect from a woman who had almost literally just balled her eyes out and had a panic attack.
Lottie somehow managed to wriggle out of Dureau's grasp after muttering something about a shower, but just as she managed to make it to her feet, Dureau's arms still tight around her waist, a knock sounded at the door. It was soft, feminine, but the one that followed a few seconds later was not. It made her flinch hard, the trembling subtly spreading from her hands to her shoulders and waist. She was frightened that somehow, possibly, the insane inmate that had threatened her and her precious brother had found the dorms. Luckily for her mental health, and unlucky for the person on the other side of the door, what swelled in her after the fright faded, was white-hot rage. Without giving Dureau a chance to intercept, she marched over to the door, snarling, "Who the fuck is it?" as she pulled it open, only to reveal a short...messy...woman...?

Umiko had just finished a certain mission for the warden and she was bored to say the least. After opening Youtube on her phone and staring blankly at the official music video for the song 'Boyish' by the American band Hippo Campus, she groaned loudly and let her phone fall to the floor. She rolled onto her back, turning her uninterested gaze onto the ceiling above her. She wanted to play a game, wanted to hack into something else, but neither were much fun anymore. Sure, she sometimes ended up with a challenge, but that was a rare occurrence, and she wasn't the most patient of people. A flash on the corner of one of her computer screens drew her attention. She wasn't that spooked until she saw just which screen had flashed. Excitement pooled in her Pringle-filled stomach. With a new pep in her step, she rolled off her bed and into a perfect crouch on the floor before skipping over to her desk. The monitor that had flashed was particularly interesting because it showed the footage of the hall outside a room that was camera-less. The light flashed due to a trigger she had set up for whenever the door was opened. And it was opened, and then shut, after a very curious prisoner and an angry/terrified guard. A smirk graced the IA's face.
Umiko, upon seeing the threatened guard and her brother return to his room, shoved a few more original Pringles into her mouth, grabbed her laptop and a cherry lollipop and then made her way over to the guard dorms for the second block. She wanted to give the two privacy, mainly because she knew all too well the rumors about them having a forbidden affair, but a prisoner and a guard meeting so secretly was a cause for concern. Besides, it was interesting to say the least. After finding the right room, she knocked softly on the door. As previously stated, she was not the most patient of people. Only a few minutes later, she knocked again, harsher and less pleasantly. About seven seconds passed before the door was ripped open. The guard and her brother were both beautiful beyond belief, but so was Umiko, in a strange way. She was short but curvy, her skin tanned and showed off due to her loose white tank top and pink pajama booty-shorts. Her face was also more than just pleasing to look at. She had cute, pixie-bob cut black hair that had blue hints, her bangs sliced neatly just above her gorgeous, lively blue eyes. Not to mention that the lollipop stick hanging out of her mouth between her perfectly plump lips was unintentionally a bit sensual.
Umiko smiled up at the freakishly tall pair, her perfect teeth almost blinding. "Yo~!"

Dureau was just about to release his sister, unsure if he should let her go on her own when the knock sounded. He had no idea who it could be but the only suspect on his mind was maybe the person Lottie had encountered to have caused her to end up in such a state. His grip around Lottie released as he stood up from the bed just in time for the loud, inpatient knock to sound causing him to clench his teeth in anger. He was not someone that liked to be rushed or forced to do something just because someone else was impatient. He was a heard guard for a reason. He was better at taking control and punishing those who don't follow.

Before he could confront whoever dare disturb him whilst in his room. It was something that rarely happened since he tended to overwork a lot and everyone knew he was relentless to anyone that disturbed his time with his sister- to the point of legal punishment. Lottie had already thrown the door open and snarled at the person who dared be on the other side.
Dureau stood to stand a bit behind Lottie, looking down through the entry of the doorway with a blank expression. He was irritated if not annoyed with this woman's presence but he had a suspicion on who she was. Not name specific but at least her job for Nanba since she did not look to be part of the guard- unless she was a new hire, which he doubted at this point.
His arms were crossed over his chest and his icy blue gaze pierced down at Umiko. She may be attractive, but to him, no one was as good looking at his sister. This woman may come to a second if he was being lenient. It didn't do anything for him at the very least.
"What do you want?" he asked, his voice sharp and cold but husky in nature. It was like rolling around in sin.

(That last line though... Dayum >////<)

Umiko only glanced over Dureau before turning her attention onto the openly confused female guard. "Charlotte Labelle, yes? Perfect. I need you to tell me about what happened with that inma—," she began casually, only to have Charlotte slap a hand over her mouth. Those gorgeous eyes of hers widened in surprise, but before she could stop it, the guard was dragging her into the room and pulling her into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it. Umi raised a brow at the locked door handle but said nothing. She had no time to roll her eyes at the lack of use a normal bathroom lock had against her, as Charlotte shoved her harshly against the door, almost making her drop her laptop. "Hey, this shit's expensive!" she hissed. She didn't so much as flinch when a hand slammed against the door, to the direct right of her face.
"Tell me how the fuck you know about that inmate?" the woman snarled quietly.
Umi grinned widely, giggling softly. "I'm the eyes and ears of this place, sweetheart," she taunted. "Now, why don't we talk about this calmly? I don't want things to get ugly." She was obviously implying that she didn't want to violently interrogate Charlotte about what happened in the Blindspot Room, and that didn't seem to sit too well with the guard.
Luckily, the woman backed away, though she didn't stop glaring. "Who are you, anyway?" Charlotte growled.
Umi sighed mentally, but made sure not to do so out loud. She had clearly stated that she was 'the eyes and ears' of Nanba. This guard either didn't understand that she shouldn't be asking questions, or she didn't realize what kind of situation she was in. The tremble to her shoulders ruled out the latter, which left the former, resulting in a bad taste in Umiko's mouth. Which was washed away with a short wave of cherry lollipop flavor.
"My name is Umiko. You don't need to know my last name. I'm the eyes and ears of Nanba. Buuut, my eyes and ears don't go into that little room you two snuck into. So I suggest you tell me everything, or wind up jobless, homeless, or worse, in prison as an inmate. Spill, sweetheart." Umi smirked, giggling again, heartlessly.


Close to twenty minutes later, Umiko skipped out of the bathroom before Charlotte. At the end of the woman's painfully thorough interrogation, Lottie felt even more exhausted than she had been. And like she needed a shower that much more. She sighed heavily, running a hand through her silky hair as she walked over to her brother. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the pixie-like woman skip about her brother's room, flitting over to his desk and then carefully setting up her laptop. "Em... I'm gonna take a shower. She...is staying. She'll move over to my room soon, but she's gotta do some stuff here. Just...don't try and hurt her, yeah? At least, not physically.... She's...helping me with something," she groaned. Patting Dureau's shoulder gently, she returned to the bathroom before he could question her about what had happened when she and Umiko were alone.

(( ;) ))

Throughout the twenty minutes, after Charlotte dragged that woman off, an intelligence gatherer if Dureau's hench was correct, into his bathroom and locked him out- he'd been raging. Pacing outside the room for the first few minutes. The only reason he hadn't torn that door to shreds was the fact Lottie had been the one to pull that woman in there and the fact that Lottie's heart rate wasn't off the charts. It wasn't good but not enough for him to break down his bathroom door to get involved. He couldn't sit still for too long though, especially since he knew that woman knew something about what just happened. The timing was too accurate and her words suggestive. It was beyond frustrating that he couldn't just storm in there, grab her by the collar and demand everything out of her... or them... something he'd never do to his sister. If only he had to deal with inmates. A few tugs of their blood and they'll be squealing like pigs.

So, by the time that those two finally exited the bathroom, he was at his desk, distracting himself by doing some necessary paperwork. As soon as they exited, he stood up, tucking his papers away and went over to Lottie, ignoring the other woman completed as he checked his sister over. Seeing that she was okay he stopped in front of her and scowled. He understood the fact he couldn't harm her physically but it was pressing on his nerves that he couldn't. This was a space only Lottie and himself could be in, not this other woman. However, due to her presence here, he didn't bother arguing with his sister. Not after everything that happened today. He only grunted, nodding but clearly looked pissed at the fact. She was trusting a stranger to help her over her own brother. That was enough to make him equally as angry as he was hurt. It felt like a little bit of payback for what he'd done to her in the past.

Dureau watched as the door shut once more, honestly making him contemplate about permanently ripping that door down. No matter, a moment after she left the room, leaving him alone with Umiko, he finally turned to look at her since she reentered the room. The fact she was sitting at his desk like she owned it, only further grated on his nerves.
In the next moment, Dureau's intimidating presence stood towering behind Umiko. He didn't touch her, he didn't need to. His presence was enough to suffocate someone, anyone. "I will only need to warn you once," he said, his voice low and close to her ear, "if you directly or indirectly cause her harm in any way. I will kill you in the most painful way possible," he told her. He didn't change his voice to sound threatening, any more than it already was. He was only stating a simple fact that he was sure she was well aware of but said it anyway. Even if it meant tearing her apart from the inside out- she will die screaming in agony if anything happened to his sister. He then reached over Umiko to grab the paperwork he'd been working on to take it over to his bedside table to work on it there.

Umiko didn't even flinch when she felt Dureau's menacing presence behind her. She simply tilted her head back to meet the man's gaze, her face blank. A taunting smile grew on her face. Whatever she had thought of made her turn around and stare at the man after he had walked away. "Quite the sister complex you've got there," she giggled. "Don't worry, Dureau-sama! I promise to take good care of Charu-chan!" Her vow was accompanied by a thumbs-up and her tongue sticking out. She giggled again and then turned back to the laptop in front of her. Impossibly, as she started rapid-fire typing away at the keyboard, she began talking, flawlessly multi-tasking. "Hmm~! I wonder just what kind of way I'd be murdered by Dureau-samaaa. He'd probably use his ability!!! Blood-bender!" She paused to chuckle before continuing, "'Long ago, the four nations lived together in harmony. But then, everything changed when the fire nation attacked. Only the Avatar, master of all four elements, could stop them, but when the world needed him most, he vanished! A hundred years passed and my brother and I discovered the new Avatar, an air-bender named Aang. And though his air-bending skills are great, he still has a long way to go before he's ready to save anyone. But I believe Aang can save the world!' Man, she wanted that kid hardcore. You ever watch that show, Dureau-sama? It's real good! If you haven't, you should totally try it out."
Umi laughed softly to herself. Despite her teasing, just a single glance at her monitor showed that her flying fingers were actually working. She had several tabs open, looking into the prisoner who had threatened Charlotte, watching the security cameras around his cell, around the block he was housed in, and the one in the hall outside of the Blindspot Room. With one hand, she rubbed at the dark spot under her right eye, her other hand busy with typing away. "Hey, Dureau-sama. The people here call you a vamp. Do you, like....drink blood, or do you eat regular food? I'm real curious."

(I couldn't help myself)

((Thank you, it was beautiful. I have to watch that still, watched LOK though- and totally where I got blood bending from xD))

Dureau easily ignored her comment about having a sister complex. It wasn't the first time he's heard it and it won't be the last. It was a weakness to reveal how much he cared about his sister but with his strength and his sister's, he wasn't entirely concerned. He was sitting on his bed by that time, his papers spread out in front of him when Dureau tensed and clenched his jaw. "It's Mr. Labelle to you," he told her stiffly, his tone rather monotone and didn't even give her a glance. It didn't mean he didn't see the weird look she shot him from the corner of his gaze. He really wished he could just throw her out of his room but alas, he couldn't go against his sister when it didn't conflict with her safety. He may have to rethink it though.

Dureau blatantly ignored her, concentrating on his paperwork, purposely blocking out her voice when she began reading some crazy story that he'd never heard of before. He lacked quite the childhood and had no desire to make up for it. He was too busy surviving and protecting Lottie.
Despite how hard he did try, the constant tapping of her fingers flying across her keyboard was drilling at his head. It would have been fine if he didn't have an issue with the woman already. So, at this point, it was chipping at his patience.
He miraculous could still concentrate a little on his work and got through some things he had been taking too much time to complete. A fortunate thing in an unfortunate circumstance.
She did finally draw his attention back to her, full icy blue gaze and all when she mentioned his alias and the question. He stared at her, expression impassive but internally was debating whether she needed to be hit or to scoff. "I mainly drink blood," he answered, his tone unchanging from before. Difficult to tell if he was joking or not, though, he completely was mocking her at this point.
He didn't know why she was bothering to find out everything she could about him when her purpose here was probably something else entirely. Her distractive nature and nosiness were irritating but more so, she was slacking at her work. That was something the strict vampire of block 1 was extremely unimpressed with. Dureau then turned back to his work and hoped that would be the end of this conversation. If it could even be called that.

Umiko hadn't necessarily been afraid of Dureau not answering her, as few people ever put up with her rambling, and Dureau definitely hadn't seemed as if he would. But there was a sense of relief that blossomed in her heart when he answered her. His reply sparked nothing in her accept amusement. "Hooooh, really~? Man, that's gotta get boring after a while. Does the blood of different people taste different? I watched an anime one time where the vampires had, like, a preference. One of 'em liked liar's blood, another one liked the blood of depressed people. You got a preference, Dureau-sama?" Of course, it had crossed her mind to be afraid of the man behind her. He was well-known, and she'd been told to keep an eye on him because of his past and the prison's inmates. She also wasn't oblivious to the suspicion of him having killed that prisoner a short while back. Even so, she was quite confident in being able to bring him down, whether it be verbally or physically. She hadn't gotten this dangerous job simply by being good with computers.

Dureau was shuffling through his papers, writing in some of them while discarding some in a pile beside him. He sat with one leg folded with his other one was in, knee raised and was using it to keep himself propped up while he leaned over. His eyes narrowed for a moment before he glanced briefly back at Umiko and then back at his work. He responded though, shockingly enough, humouring the woman he wanted to tie to a chair and pick her brain dry for the information she was hiding from his sister. He wasn't in control of this situation, this entire day has fucked with him in that sense. It wasn't helping his mental state and he was close to losing some shred of self-control he had. He didn't know who she was, why she was here and couldn't manipulate the situation like he desired- no- needed to.
However, in this sort of situation, lashing out would get him nothing. He had to keep this woman close in order to know what she was planning. He didn't trust her and did not want his sister anywhere near her.
"Sinners," he replied, his icy gaze pinned on her. His cold, cruel and calculating gaze watching her with a masked look that lived up to his alias. Umiko was very much his prey and though he could not do anything illegal to her, she would not be the one winning if she makes a mistake. His cruel streak would apply to her if she dared cross him.
He'd failed his sister many times today, in such a short period of time and he won't be letting this go. Right now, his focus was on caring for Lottie but he will get to the bottom of this. It was what he specialized in. No one is safe from the hunter that roams the night.

Umiko laughed to hide her twinge of fear. "Woah! That's pretty dark... Perfect for the Vampire of Block One, I guess..." She trailed off, but there was something else she had to ask him. It would help her research. "Is there any nickname that Charu-chan has?" If Charlotte was known for something in particular, that might add to why she was being targeted by a prisoner. Her tone did nothing to give that away though, making her question seem like another pointless thing she was spewing just to irritate him. She did want to see if Dureau could react to her banter in any way other than just passive hostility though. While it helped her research, and her unprescribed ADHD, she did find it entertaining to annoy Dureau, as she was sure she was.
All at once though, just as she opened her mouth to say something else, Umi's computer flashed. Her brows lowered and her eyes narrowed, her face taking on a surprisingly serious and mature look for someone who had been reciting the opening lines from a children's show only minutes ago. Those slender fingers of hers only typed faster. Work? Really? But I already finished the latest... Goddammit, she mentally hissed. Huffing softly, she muttered, "Sorry, Charu-chan, work calls." She exited out of the tabs she had open and then went into something one could only describe as a weird screensaver. The monitor showed a deep blue background, and light blue numbers flashing around. There was no visible indication of her typing having any effect on the screen, but her eyes whipped from one side of the screen to the other. She fell eerily silent, completely lost in her world of binary numbers.

Despite her attempt to hide that slight fear, Dureau's keen gaze caught it easily. After dealing with psychopaths on a daily basis, catching the slightest hint of fear made or break them. It helped that he was very well aware of her heart rate. "Not that I am aware of," he answered Umiko, having turned his attention back to his paperwork. She'd finally gotten the hint that he was not to be trifled with. Everyone that worked in this facility was talented but his confidence in his abilities and lack of hesitation was not something to disregard.
He did hope that Lottie came out soon. Once that occurred, maybe the woman would leave them alone finally. However, he heard her mutter something about work calling and glanced over to see that everything about her changed. He raised a brow when he noticed how engrossed in her screen though he couldn't see what was on it at this angle. He exhaled but was glad she was finally rather quiet. It allowed him to finish up the rest of his work quickly and efficiently. With that done, he'd be able to spend more time with Lottie later.

Charlotte exited the bathroom a few minutes later, wearing a pair of fluffy blue pajama pants and a tight, light blue tank top. She had her hair swept up into a messy, loose bun to keep it out of her way. Surprisingly, before she walked over to Dureau, she went to Umiko, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she leaned close to see what the woman was doing. "Have you found out anything?" she asked. Her main concern was getting her brother in the clear, keeping him safe from the threat of the strange prisoner that had cornered her. If Umiko could somehow keep her brother from danger, then she would work with her. To her, it didn't matter that she might end up on the other side of the bars. Only her brother, only his safety... That was all she needed.
Unfortunately, Umiko didn't respond to her. She grabbed the woman's wrist tightly, forcing Umi to face her. "Answer me, bitch. Tell me what you've found out!" she snarled, her grip bruisingly tight. She needed answers. She needed her brother safe. With a growl at the hacker's silence, she pulled the woman off the office chair and slammed her against the wall beside the desk.

Umiko was outwardly glaring passively at Charlotte, but in her mind, she was solving the firewall she had to get through for the warden. Being slammed against the wall finally made it click. Unfortunately, when she focused on what was happening, she had two strong hands holding her against the wall, her feet off the ground, and her right hand trembling, her wrist already bruising. "Charu-chan, I suggest you put me down," she warned. Her voice was so icy, so calmly terrifying that she could feel Charlotte hesitate. Unluckily for Umi though, Dureau was also in the room. If she did anything to his sister, he would strike. If his sister did anything worse to her, he would probably support her, if not help her. Umi huffed out a sigh. "I'm not gonna get anywhere if you don't put me down. I'm keeping you from ending up in a cell, and I'm helping you when it could very easily jeopardize my own job. I should be taking you into custody, but instead I heard you out and am trying to help you. Now, either put me down, or face me as not an ally, but an enemy. Trust me, sweetheart, I'm not someone you want on your bad side."
There must have been something right she had said, because Charlotte carefully lowered her to the floor. Umi shot a cautious glance at Dureau as she cradled her trembling hand against her chest, shielding it from the woman in front of her. "Back away from me," she ordered, sounding a bit more on edge than she had only seconds before. Her face was turned away, and it was obvious that she was more uncomfortable and uneasy than she was letting on. Once Charlotte had moved out of her way, she returned to the desk and resumed her work. Unfortunately, she was typing slower because of her bruised wrist. She cursed under her breath.

((I sooooo badly want Shi to fuck around with Umiko now and get his nails into Dureau as well. Literally playing them like string puppets dancing around each other... I also realized how bad that is.... if Shi gets into Dureau's head... he literally could use him to kill a lot of people))

Dureau glanced up over at his sister when she reentered the room, skimming over her face to make sure she looked emotionally okay. She didn't look a hundred percent but the fear that had consumed her before seemed to have lessened immensely. It calmed him slightly from his agitated state but that didn't mean he wouldn't be looking into this himself. Lottie clearly had no plans on informing him about the situation, even if he was in the room hearing this conversation with only partial knowledge of what was going on.
Dureau had begun collecting his papers when his sister suddenly slammed Umiko against the wall, causing his attention to snap towards them. His impassive watched Umiko carefully, his icy eyes hawk-like with attentive focus. He would have let this go until Umiko spoke in a tone he recognized fairly well. It caused him to stand up from the bed, head turned towards them and hands at his side but everything about him seemed to vibrate. One wrong move made by Umiko and he would strike. He didn't know why his sister would end up in a cell, not unless Umiko was digging too deep into the details of their past. Otherwise, it only increased his suspicions on what could have gone down earlier.
Her thinly veiled threat nearly had Dureau growling but he stood like a dog on guard, waiting to tear its teeth into her throat if she gave him a reason to. His stance did not change when Lottie backed down and listened to the woman. He did not understand their relationship and did not like it in the least.
Dureau was well aware of the fact that Umiko's typing was slower than before, the tapping out of rhythm, but his attention was on his sister. He was worried about her after that display. What was she so desperate to know?

Charlotte glared at Umiko, though she did feel a bit bad for hurting the woman. Mainly due to the fact that it would slow her down and only make it take that much longer to get her brother in the clear. She ran her fingers through her bangs, as she didn't want to mess up her bun, and then walked over to Dureau. "I'm sorry, Em. I know you're confused... I...I hate this but, I can't—"
"Actually," Umiko interrupted, earning a growl from Lottie. "I think you should tell him. He looks confused as hell, and I'd rather not have him corner me in the middle of the night and...'interrogate' me. I feel like his method of interrogation includes a lot of...me bleeding. Or at least being in pain. I'm sure you'd rather not have that, as I am of value to you. Right?" She raised a knowing brow at Charlotte that only made her want to smash the woman's head through the computer screen.
Huffing, she nodded. "Y'know, I honestly don't care what he does to you."
"Really? 'Cause I'm pretty sure you were begging me in the bathroom to protec—"
"Stop! You crazy bitch, just shut up!" Charlotte hissed, interrupting Umiko's counter. The smirk that lit the hacker's face only made Lottie grind her teeth in irritation. It was all she could do not to launch herself at the woman and punch her perfect, cute nose in.
Charlotte huffed another angry sigh and grabbed her brother's hand, pulling him to the far corner of the room. Avoiding his gaze, she briefly explained what was going on. She made sure to leave out the prisoner's name, where he took her, what information he specifically told her he needed, and that he had threatened him. She also made sure to highlight that Dureau needed to act no different than usual because she would be in dip shit if the man found out that she had told people. Again, she left out Shihainin's threat on Dureau's life.

(Maybe later... This whole process will take a while anyway. I kinda want Dureau to have feelings for Umiko before that happens, and vice versa)

((that will take a bit xD Dureau is such a hard nut. I do want Umiko to some point soon find a live feed with Shi in it [alone] where he turned to the camera and literally smiles at it, her before vanishing from sight. Maybe while Lottie's watching? Idk, I just want to freak them out.))

Dureau finally tore his glare away from Umiko when Lottie finally decided to address him in his own room. Yes, he was a little bit bitter about it but it didn't thwart his composure. Even if he didn't understand, he was waiting for tomorrow during Lottie's shift to find out everything for himself. Whether it was interrogating Umiko or not.
His eyes narrowed at her a bit, something that rarely happened but couldn't be helped in this current situation. When had she ever distrusted him enough to keep things from him? Thus, for once since her initial interruption, Dureau wasn't irritated from Umiko's words. She wasn't wrong in her assumption though he doubted she was as significant as she made herself out to be. Who was he to argue currently though? He only knew a few in security that would be able to access information that one shouldn't if they aren't qualified.

Dureau silently followed Lottie to a corner of his room where she explained a vague explanation of what was going down. It wasn't entirely smart of her to avoid his gaze the whole time. It only ensured the fact that she was keeping a lot of the important information from him. However, he only nodded and placed his hands on her shoulders, shifting his position so she was looking at him. Taking that time to ask her again if she was okay. She was off her hinges and he knew having that woman here wasn't helping in the least.
He then released her, stepping back. "This won't be solved in a day, Lottie," he told her, his voice firm as he stepped into his role as head guard. "I'd rather not keep her here until she finds something. It's inefficient. Until she finds something, we continue life and look into it in our free time. It can't distract us while we're on shifts."
One sign of weakness and they will tear them apart like sharks.
He glanced back at Umiko, "room location and number?" he demanded. If she was going to be working with them to sort this shit out, then it would be highly probably she'd be doing it in her territory where she likely had more resources. If they needed something from her or had to go to her for updates, that would be the most effective way for them.