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This cell is located in the Ward for the Horrifically Insane. Before it gets cleaned, it can get rather dirty. As with all cells in the area, a guard is posted outside it. The four occupants within are:

{1} Adora Kashlyin
{2} Charl Kashlyin
{3} ?
{4} ?

Dermott was shoved into the cell stumbling in but luckily caught himself so his head didn't have the chance to collided with the floor. His head was still tilted down to hide his face as he straightened up, waiting for them to take the damn handcuffs off. They were taken roughly off yet Dermott didn't say a word, only rubbing his wrists once they were free and rolled his shoulders. He whipped around, his fist colliding with one of the guards' face. He smirked darkly and held up his hands in surrender, backing away when the other guard pointed the gun at him. "Respects, respects," Dermott drawled, lip curling up with a gleam in his eye that would be classified as 'insane'. They soon left him in the room and he looked around, noticing only one bed that wasn't used. He laid on that one, staring up as he chuckled. "So this is where the crazies end up," he muttered, "hospitable."

Just a few minutes later Vee was brought in by one guard. She was finally calm, but was also able to walk on her own. She was aware of seething now and made sure she wasn't being touched by the guy. The open the door for her and with her head bowed and hands hidden in her sleeves, Vee walked into her cell. The click of the door was heard after the locked it. Thinking she was alone, Vee looked up to go to her bed but froze. No. No. No. Vee's eyes grew at the sight of the boy she saw before. She bit her lip and backed up against the door.

Dermott noticed the door opening and the girl from before being brought in. Looky here, he was meeting his cell mates sooner than he assumed, exciting. He looked away though, smirking a bit. He liked making people uncomfortable, to make them squirm, it seemed this girl was like that by just looking at him. "You'll be squashed by the door darling," he spoke in a mocking drawl. His steel grey gaze slid over to her, "I promise I don't make it a habit to bite." He smirked at her, watching her like she was a bug under a microscope.

Once again bees breathing picked up. Why was he talking to her. She wanted to cry, to be alone but she was aloud to leave until a couple of hours because of the problem she had just a moment ago. And what made it worse was that it was his fault. She wanted to move, to go to her bunk but the problem was it was on top of his. She wouldn't dare to take a step closer to him nor speak to him. But he seemed to enjoy it. How could he possibly find this amusing? She caught a glance of his eyes, the same color as hers, but his brought a chill to her body. He simply could drive anyone crazy with that dark look of his. And yet he liked it.

Dermott watched her, reading the emotions off her face. Most people were like open books to him, easy to read, to figure out, to conquer. He had the feeling if he stood up right now she'd have a complete panic attack, and that thought made his lip curl up even more. His face became a mask, an impassive mask that gave away nothing, not even amusement. His smirk was gone and his eyes narrowed. "What are you looking at?" he snarled, not expecting any response from her besides maybe a squeak or something. Dermott scoffed, rolling his eyes and moved his gaze back to stare above him at the metal of the other bed. Finding that a little too boring he toss his arm over his eyes, letting his other one hang off the edge. To think, he could be out of here doing something fun.

Tears pulled her eyes as he spoke to her. She didn't know what to do now. Go to her bunk? Or stay where she is. She pushes away from him, her back sliding on the wall to the other side of the room where the corner was. She sat down and pulled her knees to her chest. It was hard for her to live like this. She was always scared of people. Thinking they would hurt her just like jake did. "Leave me alone" she whispers and the tears spill. She was trying to take control of her emotions. Putting the bad memories away and trying to think of the good ones - even though she didn't have any- just like her psychologist told her.

((Brb))

Dermott rolled his eyes, feeling nothing for making a girl cry. He scoffed a bit, "if you want people to leave you alone, they you need to show them that you shouldn't be bother," he muttered, not moving his arm off his face. "People prey off the weak, you express yourself as the little lamb.. you'll get eaten," he drawled, chuckling darkly as he pictured it. Very grotesque and gory, but he believed it was very accurate how 'normal' people treat others. He yawned, tired after the long few days he had, first his grand escape, kidnapping and tormenting his brother and finally coming here. Busy, busy life he had, very eventful. He snickered a bit.

Vee tightened her arms around her knees and pulled them closer to her chest. Even though she was scared of, even hated him, he was right. "That's easy for you to say" she tells him, barely above a whisper. No mater how hard she tried Vee couldn't her herself to stop thinking about her past. She couldn't deny the fact that she is known as a freak. Hearing people laugh at you and seeing them point at you was the worst, even though they weren't real.

Dermott snickered, "it's easy for you to say as well," he retorted hotly. "Doing is another thing," he stated simply. He shifted on the hard cot, moving the pillow and yawned. He moved his hand off his face, propped himself up and glared at her, "you in here cause you killed someone?" he asked, his one harsh and cold. She was obviously a little messed up(more than a little) but he didn't see her being able to kill someone. That's a lie, anyone could kill someone, depends what drove them down that path... wasn't the point though.

Vee shifted herself when he did, thinking he would get up. But she relaxed just a little to find that he was trying to get conformable while looking at her. But she didn't relax much since she knew he was looking at her. With her gaze down and away from his she pulled on her sleeves even though her hands were already hidden. She thought for a moment, debating wether she should tell him or not. He had no right to know what she did. But then again Vee would never want to be known as a killer so she slightly shook her head no.

Dermott waited, a bit impatiently but he didn't snap at her, he wasn't an idiot, a sociopath and a bit sick but not an idiot. He had the strong feeling if he forced anything out of this chick, he'd get nothing, pushing her a bit for information seemed like the more likely route. He rested back a bit when he saw her nod, his impassive now instead of the one he wore before. "I see," he murmured, his suspicion correct, "what did you do to get in here?" he pushed. He was a little bit nosy, but he was going to be sleeping in the same room as this chick, he'd like to know what he needed to prepare himself for.

I was driven crazy to the point of hearing things and seeing people. I tried to kill my self... Twice! Vee bit on her tongue to keep herself from speaking. She wanted to speak. To tell him what she felt an what happened to her. But would only laugh. No one cared. She shook we head again, but this time it meant she wouldn't speak. She felt the burn in her eyes as the tears started to form again. She took in a deep shaky breath, trying to stop herself before she loses control.

Dermott raised a brow, watching her with an impassive expression. He sighed, shrugging and laid back on his bed, "fine, don't tell me," he muttered, "you'll tell me eventually though, we're cell mates after all," he drawled, a little mockingly before he shifted and closed his eyes. At least she's unlikely to kill him in his sleep, though he wasn't too sure he'd try to stop her if she did.

Vee disagreed with him. She would never tell him. She would never tell anyone. So far she's been here for a week or so and yet she still didn't tell her other room mates why she's here. She also didn't think of asking him. But she if course did want to know why he was here. She wouldn't like to be in the same room with someone you probably killed or raped people for fun. Who would? Sadly she didn't have power to make herself ask. I'll just sleep here she told herself, wiping her tears.

((Do we time skip?))

Dermott yawned once more before he turned so his back faced the wall and his body in a fetus position. He did this because it protected his vitals not because of any other reason. He was being cautious and maybe a little paranoid, so what? He soon drifted off to sleep.

((yup))

Sometime during the night, he woke up, which wasn't unusual for him, noticed her sleeping awkwardly on the floor. Rolling his eyes and muttering something about silly little girls and idiocy. He'd picked her up as if she were a feather put her on the cot above his own(since he guessed it was her's since the other beds would have been far enough from him and more comfortable than the fricken floor. Hay, he could be a nice guy sometimes, it didn't mean he cared or something silly like that. He went back to sleep of course afterwards without a second thought.

The next morning he was up and changing into some new clothes the guards had dropped off. He wasn't exactly allowed out yet without strict supervision and since she was asleep he found no reason why he couldn't. Though he knew he would have done it with her awake or not.

The next day in the morning Vee moved on her bunk, softly whimpering to herself as she dream of her Halloween dance where she was humiliated. She turned again, hoping they would leave. But everyone was still laughing at her. Then it changes to when she was in her bathroom with the razor in her hand. As she slices her skin she quickly sits up with her eyes wide open. Her forehead was beaded with sweat and her heart beat was humming like a humming bird. It took her a moment to realize where she was. how did I get her? She looked around and saw the boy in different clothing's. She clutched her sleeves as a thought came to her. he moved me?

Dermott had changed and was stretching, cracking some joints during, and stopped glancing at her. His cold gaze glanced over her, assessing and noticing the fright in her eyes, the beads of sweat. Must have been some nightmare, and only to wake into another one. He chuckled amused at his thought and soon got down to do a early morning workout. He was doing sit ups when he finally spoke, "scared is a cute look on you, no wonder people like making it," he drawled, smirking as he mentally counted until he finished his set.

Vee brushed her white hair out of her face and looked away from him. Did he have up? Life always seemed to be against the poor girl. She put her hand back in her lap where it was hidden in her sleeve. She bit her lip, her teeth hiring her piercing, as she hoped he would leave when he was done. But it seemed like he wanted to have a conversation. And what she hated was what he said. "D-don't.. Lie" she tells him. Vee didn't want to hear him say that. She didn't trust him. who knows what he wants

Dermott stopped, his back against the floor and his gaze directed up at her. He smirked a bit, "Lie? I didn't lie, I don't lie," he stated. It was impossible to tell what he was feeling about this topic, his gaze was amused but cold, his tone was mocking yet serious. He turned so he was on his hands and knees and began doing a set of push ups.

lies... Lies... He's lying

"Stop" she said both to him and the voice she was hearing. "Your lying!" She yelled and covered her ears. "Stop" she whispers. Vee's hate for him grew. Why does he like to pick on her? What did he enjoy from hearing he cry and scream. " can't you stop?" She asks him, trying really hard not to cry. "It's not funny... Please just stop" she buried her face in her hands and her white hair fell to cover her.

One thing Dermott did hate, was being called a liar. He prided himself for not lying, sure stretching the truth when the situation called for it, but never a straight out lie. He had weird morals for someone who kills. He finished his set, unfazed by her outburst and strode over to the beds, resting his arms onto her bed and looked straight at her. "I believe you just accused me of lying," he said, his tone calm and almost soothing despite the words. "I may find a lot of things humorous, but not lying," his words grew cold then, eyes narrowing. She had issues with people, anyone could see that, he was guessing childhood trauma, may be bullies? He hated bullies, no despised bullies. Odd since he could technically be called one by now, he did what he wanted, when he wanted with no remorse, oh well. "What disturbs you more?" he sneered, "the fact I said people like making you look scared, or the fact you face looks cute?" he snapped chuckling a bit as he backed away.

Vee felt the tears drip on her hands. She could hear the echo of his feet as he got up and move forward to her. He head quickly picks up to watch him. She wanted to push say but she was already at the edge. She was scared if he reached out and tried to touch her. Wasn't it enough that he touched her when she was asleep. Lier she thought to herself, but too sacred to say to his face. He really did take what she said serious. But he did lie. Vee was positive. Once he was away, Vee's fingers relaxed. She didn't even know she was squeezing her palms. Only the sharp pain in the end made her look down to see the blood. With her gaze down she said softy "Why would you care"

Skittish like a newborn kitten, isn't that how the saying went? That's what she reminded him though, of a skittish little animal that had been backed up into a corner. The thing was, if a kitten was place in the predicament, it would fight desperately for a way of escape, not cower and whimper. Dermott snorted, she would disrespect cats everywhere if she was one, that or maybe he was just too fond of them, animals were better than people. "Who said I cared?" he retorted, "I'm incapable of caring," he stated with a shrug as he got down to finish his set of push ups. "Liars are cowards hiding behind their deceptions," he said, "that is not who I am."

"You all are incapable of caring" she tells him. She really meant boys but if she was to be honest girls were the same. Especially the girly ones that were in her school. They were all stuck up little brats. Vee wanted to keep her mouth shut so disparately but she just couldn't. "And you lied. You can deny it but you did" I'm not cute.. He just wants me to trust him... He's crazy . Vee wipes the tears away, careful not to smudge the blood.

Dermott finished his set, turning and laid on the floor, chuckling. "Seems like that doesn't it?" he said, thoroughly amused. "Unlike them darling, I'm diagnosed that way," he stated, smirking as he began laughing. No remorse, no guilt, never any regret. "To not feel anything, no sorrow, no guilt, not an ounce of despair..." he drifted off shaking his head. He was crazy to some people, he killed without a second thought, why would he? Dermott was up and in front of the beds again, his arm inches from touching her. Normally he would have had her by her throat, but he knew this was worse, the threat of being touched was more deafening than the feeling. "I did not lie," he snarled, steel grey eyes cold and bottomless, "you're under a strange delusion created by other people," he hissed, "now I bet those people created a voice in your head, repeating it, repeating their words," he sneered. "Don't trust me, you shouldn't, but call me a liar again and it won't be pretty... that I can promise."

Vee started to tremble with fear. He's crazy! She wanted to e in a room where she could be alone, away from him and everyone else. But his threat was enough to keep her quite. She looked away from his cold eyes, hers still wet. He really didn't understand her problem. He knew what it was but he didn't know what it felt like. He never would. He was stuck up like the others. He's just another bully and she was a target once again.

Dermott backed away, eyes still narrowed on her, "glad we understand each other," he growled and laid back on his cot. He had to wait until the stupid guards got him to go fricken eat. At least he wasn't in restraints, he'd flip if he was put into those. He knew he didn't understand where she stood, he never cared about what the bullies said, he retaliated when they abused him. The only reason they stopped in high school was because they knew they didn't get to him, that he would only hit back harder if they tried. That and mostly because he wasn't scared of the principal, the teachers or the cops, they knew to fear him.

((Sorry but I gtg. I'll just have my girl leave. Hope u don't mind. Got hw to do. But so u can know ur guy is awesome! Hope to rp with him again))

Vee was glad for the silence. But now she started to think he was thinking of her and she got nervous. I have to leave. Vee couldn't stay any longer. Moving to the edge of her bunk, Vee gently jumps down to the floor. Thump. Vee pulled on her sleeves and made her way to the door. Since she was the type of person to start a fight she was able to leave to go to the lounge. She knocked on the door and one of the guards looked in to see her. They finally opened the door and she stepped aside, whiped the falling tears and glanced at him before leaving.

((it's fine and thanks >~< You're chick is better though :D))

Dermott watched her, his expression impassive. Just in spite, he wiggled his fingers when she glanced back at him, as if saying a mocking goodbye. Once she left he chuckled, shaking his head. He was going to enjoy it here. Smirking he waited there for a bit until finally one of guards came in and ordered him out. Feeding time.

Vee shifted in Dermott's arms. She had no clue she was being carried, and would probably flip- or die of fear- if she found out. But she did feel comfortable ever since she was picked up. She had been deep in sleep to even notice the argument he had with someone on their way to the cell. But even so, she still stayed soundless in sleep. Curling up ever so slightly in his arms, she tried to get closer to his body for warm. Her white hair dangled from her head, some even laying on her face.

((aww cute! xD))

Dermott kept her steady and was careful not to drop or jostle her too much as he carried her, so not to do anything to her wound. He didn't look down at her as he carried her to the cell, only looking ahead and around. She still wore the shirt with the blood stain, he didn't want someone seeing it that would end up freaking out. Less confrontations the better he thought, definitely less work for him in the end. He soon entered the cell, using his ass to keep it open as he brought in Vee carefully, not totally an ass enough to bash her as she slept. He closed the door by leaning back on it before walking her over to her cot. He soon laid her down in it, making her her head was on the pillow and covered her with the blanket. He paused for a moment having noticed she'd curled closer to him when he'd been carrying her, indicated she'd been cold. Sighing, he grabbed the blanket in his cot and swept it up and over onto her. Once done, he slid onto his own cot, tossing his arm over his eyes and closed them. He decided to take a nap since he was here.

((Gosh this is very cute! Like i cant stop smiling. Lol do u want me skip to the morning?))

((evening though but yeah skip to the evening please. and I know right! I try >~< :) ))

((Kk))

Vee curled up a little with a small yawn and opens her eyes to see the cell.... The cell? how did I get here? She thought to herself She could have sworn that she slept at the yard. She sat up on her bunk and noticed two blankets on her. But she had one? The last thing she remembers was she was with dermott. Did he do it?

Dermott was sleeping on the cot below her, barely moving during his nap so he was still on his back with his arm covering his eyes. He stirred, scowling as he shifted with a groan. He moved his arm to rub his eyes before opening them. He wondered what time it was, literally first thing he thought of was that because he wanted to eat. He sat up on the edge of the cot before he stood and stretched.

Vee removed the blankets. She was sure their was two. Her gaze picked up when she saw Dermott get up. She wanted to ask him if he was the one who brought her. If so this would have been the second time he picked her up while she slept. She twisted her hands in the blanket and asked. "Did you... Take me here?" She asked him. She was worried. Why would he take her.

((Sorry their short. I'm busy))

Dermott yawned as he stretched, cracking a few things before he rolled his shoulders and looked over at Vee when he heard her speak. He ran a hand through his hair lazily, "yeah," he stated with a shrug. "I wasn't going to leave you laying on the grass," he said, as if he was stating the most obvious thing. He crouched down then, to grab an outfit that he could change into he'd placed there. He was planning to quickly shower before checking the time to see if it was around dinner time.

((totally fine))

Vee tried to imagine him picking her up and caring her all the way to the cell. Didn't he say that he doesn't have feelings? So why would he care if she was sleeping on the grass. Vee looked away when he wanted to change, looking down to her own shirt that was still stained with blood. She should change before she leaves. But how would she when he's here. Vee tried not to think about it. Instead she separated the blankets and held his out. It took her a moment to gather herself to say it. "...th-thanks". Not did he just bring her but he gave her his blanket too. It was hard to consume, especially for her.

Dermott stood up once grabbing the clothes, looking at her. He narrowed his eyes a bit, reading her expression to decipher her reaction. He wanted to see if she'd freak with the knowledge like last time. He smirked a bit as he held the outfit, "I can't have you dying on me yet, I'm not done with you," he stated, chuckling.
He took the blanket from her though, tossing it onto his cot. "No problem, I thought cuddling to my blanket was the next best thing if you couldn't have me," he drawled, purposely trying to make her uncomfortable as he made his way to the door. "Better be here when I get back Vee," he said, opening the cell door and looking at her briefly before he left to the bathroom, the cell closing behind him. His tone held a thinly veiled threat and his gaze holding cold amusement.

((Oh god!))

Vee quickly pulled her hand away once he had his blanket. Not done with me?. What could he possibly mean by that. Vee tried not to think about it, the longer she thought about it the more she had crazy thoughts come to her mind. Why did he even want her? She could never understand this guy. Once he was gone she got off her bunk. She tried to shake of the scary feeling she got from his cold gaze. While she was down she pulled out her own pair of clothing's she was given and quickly changed before he could come back into the cell.

((Oh god!))

Vee quickly pulled her hand away once he had his blanket. Not done with me?. What could he possibly mean by that. Vee tried not to think about it, the longer she thought about it the more she had crazy thoughts come to her mind. Why did he even want her? She could never understand this guy. Once he was gone she got off her bunk. She tried to shake of the scary feeling she got from his cold gaze. While she was down she pulled out her own pair of clothing's she was given and quickly changed before he could come back into the cell.

((xD))

Dermott took his time in the shower once he was led to it of course and had his clothes checked to make sure he was going to try anything bad, ie escape. He had nearly snapped at them, but calmed himself enough to get passed that and into the showers.
He returned to the room a while later, changed and had his clothes taken away to be washed, or so they say. He'd smiled, threatened kindly and walked into the room. Once closing the door behind him, he ruffled his wet black hair, fixing it a bit so it suited his usual style before he finally looked up to look at her. His temper cooled from the encounters with the guards seeing she hadn't bolted. He smirked, leaning back on the heels of his feet, "it's dinner time."

When Vee had finished changing she had handed the guard at the door her clothing's to take away and returned to her bunk. She had nothing to go to, plus she felt threatened by Dermott not to leave. Why would he want her to stay? To do what with her. While he was gone Vee decided to brush her hair with her fingers, humming while she did so. She had her legs hanging from her top bunk. She braided her hair to the side and tied it off just as he came in. She stopped humming and stopped swing her legs. At what he said Vee thought for a moment. She didn't eat, since she was anorexic, but she was still forced to go. Still scared if she said no, Vee got down.

Dermott watched her, having heard the faint humming from the other side of the door. She really was scared of him, as she should be, but like he'd said before, her terrified expression was just too cute to not try and achieve. He watched her get down, having slid his hands into his pockets, a habit he often did. He looked at her past his bangs, humming lowly before he turned, slid a hand out and opened the door, moving to lean against it to allow her out first. "I'm sure they'll force you to get food," he said, "whatever you don't eat, I will," he said. Mostly because he could eat a mountain of food each sitting but he didn't think him going for seconds again will go over too good, so eating Vee's instead was the better alternative, plus while in the Med-wing, with his hand being wrapped up. The nurse had left the room and left the files on her desk. He of course looked through it, and read Vee's file since they tend to file cell mates in the same folder. In total, he knew she didn't tend to eat, if looking at her didn't spell that out anyhow.

((Oh my god. He's like very slick and very smart. I think Vee wont be able to get him cuz i love him ^•^ lol weird ik)))

Vee sometimes got away from eating. But most times she actually didn't. So actually giving him her food was a good idea. But she didn't plan to sit with him. Of course he could he force her like he does force her into everything. Biting her lip. She stepped out into the hall way past him, trying to be careful not to touch. She started to wish she had never neat him in the hall. Maybe he wouldn't have found interest in her and would have never spoken to her.

((Post their?))

((xD lol thanks, I try.. xD Won't..?? but thank you! if my own interest in your character isn't obvious.. well gotta reflect Dermott's intrigue in her... and lol don't worry, Imma a weirdo too.. Crazy at least... I did make this character.. xD))

Dermott watched her, a grin curling on his devilish lips. He couldn't wait to freak her out, insanely so, usually what freaked people out the most about him was his ability to seem like he reads minds. People were easy to read, unless they were crazier than him with more mental problems to decipher. He followed her out of the cell, closed the door behind him, not even sparing the guards a glance before heading off to the Cafeteria, hands in his pockets and arrogantly expecting Vee to be following.

((hmm what me to post or..??))