Plain Ol' Roleplay discussion

((start))

Ichtaca stared at the ceiling, wrists and ankles bound to her bed.

((is it one person to a room?))

((Doesn't have to be. It can be though))

((Well do you want it to be?))

((Nah))

((ok))

Katsu wrote quickly in the journal he always kept with him, his pen running over the page as he wrote things down.

Ichtaca grew quickly irritated with her restraints and pulled at them. "Let me go!" She yelled, learning at a young age to cover every emotion with anger.

Katsu stopped at Ichtaca's doorway, tapping the page he was writing on with his pen as he leaned against her door frame and watched her.

She looked over at him, her eyes dark with comtempt. "What?" She snarled.

"New, you're new."

"So? Bug off."

((is it rope or something that they tied her with?))

((Secure leather cuffs. Rope would cause chafing.))

Katsu walked over to the bed and inspected the leather cuffs.

Ichtaca glared at him. "I said bug off."

He didn't seem to hear her.

((How do you get the cuffs off?))

((There's a clasp on the underside of each cuff)) Ichtaca snarled, pulling at the cuffs. Her eyes sparked fire.

"Still," he muttered, reaching around to take the cuffs off.

Her fury was soon replaced with surprise as she watched him.

He moved down to her feet after uncuffing her wrists.

She sat up and stared at him with blatant surprise.

"New person free now. Katsu freed new person." he mummbled almost to himself.

Ichtaca swung her legs over the bed. Her face turned instantly guarded. "Why did you help me?"

"Katsu helped new person. I wanted to help."

She was silent for a moment, before speaking. "Are you new? I don't get around much."

"No, no, I have been here for a long time..."

"That must suck...if...if you don't mind me asking...why are you here?"

"Lotta...lotta different reasons."

"Oh..." she fell silent.

"I um...I have schizophrena and bipolar and depression and chronic acute stress disorder." he counted off on his fingers.

"Wow...I'm sorry."

He shrugged.

Ichtaca looked out the barred window. "You seem like a nice guy. Im sorry you're stuck here."

"Not so nice when I'm not on meds."

She shrugged. "I'm not nice even when I'm on meds." She replied simply.

"Why are you here?"

"Murdered people." she replied emotionlessly, as if she were explaining what she had had for lunch.

"Who?"

"Dad and Michael, my brother."

"Why?"

"They killed Mom and my friend, Elise."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

She shrugged. "It's life."

"My parents were killed..." he said absent mindedly.

"I'm sorry."

"Mein vater und mutter..." he mummbled under his breath.

"Pardon?"

"Oh, nothing..."

"O....K."