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Hell Prison

Its a crazed clown house here. Parts of the prison are corrupted and sometimes makes it too easy for escape, is it really possible?

Klem

"Don't fuck with me."
"I can't trust a single one of your idiots."
"This is hell, I can't remember the real name of this place, but everyone calls it hell."

ME
"You want to know about me? WELL. NO SORRY."

Klem is:

• Sassy
• Fiesty
• Sadistic Disorder (Not murderous)
• Extreme Paranoia Disorder
• Distrust of Others
• Sly
• Shameless
• Flirty
• 19 years old with the wits of a knight.

Known for:

• Constant sneakouts of prison
• Compulsive Robbing
• Trickery
• Paranoid
• Eccentric

Background
She was always a bad kid, always the bully, pushed around all the kids on the block. Klem did have her secrets. She stole, money, pets, toys jewelry, you name it, she's probably stolen it at least once. She was only caught at one of her more extensive robberies in a stroke of misfortune and sent to Hell Prison for 6-9 months. Rumors of her planning an escape are in the air between prisoners. Despite her dyed hair making her bright against the dreary background, she tends to avoid most human contact and social interaction outside of the cafeteria.

Name: Bryan Newsome
Age:18
Bryan is elusive, dark, and has a twisted sense of humor. He's a bit of a mystery.

Background: Bryan was sent to Hell prison at age 15, having murdered 23 people including his own family. Now having turned 18, he can be excuted legally. His death has been scheduled and he has only weeks to find a way out.

---------- Post added 04-20-2013 at 05:22 PM ----------

((Sorry mine isn't as long. My posts will be mirrored though, so no worries))

(Its fine! I'm really excited to see how this plays out.)

It was early morning, where prisoners were assigned their time to rise and shine, in particular, a certain orange haired female was not in the mood for said up time. As the round about trumpet tune played on the loudspeakers as routine the sleeping prisoners slowly but surely started to stir. The orangette groaned at the noise, and took her pillow and put it over her head, hoping to muffle the sound out. When that didn't work, and the prisoner's chatting and constant shouts to their roommates in their cells, she didn't have much of a choice. She got up slowly, hissing quietly at the crack and ache of her bones as they got used to movement again. She looked to her right, at the bed that was emptied a week ago. Oh how she had enjoyed her week of privacy, but now it was to be ruined by yet another pleasant roommate, as they called it. "They" said it would only be temporary, since the man was to be executed, but they refused to give her details. Good riddance to him once this hell of sharing is over. She thought bitterly to herself as she finished stretching and got off the bed.

Slipping into her boots, the only thing other than her bracelets(since she seemed to pose no physical threat with them on,) that she was allowed to keep, she took off her sleeping gown and shorts and other undergarments, and changed into new undergarments, and then slipping on a white tank top, long striped prison pants and a matching unbuttoned striped jacket she then stood at the entrance of her cell as it opened. Through the bars she could see it was Martin again. He was her self proclaimed "personal guard" and she'd hate to admit it, he was okay for a guard, not to rough around the looks either. Very considerable. He opened the cell door on routine, yawning to himself as they nodded to each other in greeting. She sighed quietly and made her way to the line, and in single file walked down to the cafeteria, knowing them they probably set up a small stage to present the new prisoner on line next for Death's Row. Stupid, too bad for them I'm just about sick of this place, I'm almost done with the full plan of my blowout escape, maybe I'll get out in time before my poor new roommate is killed so he can live his last days in luxury. She thought, grinning quietly.

Bryan stared at Helga, the large German policewoman in charge of moving him from place to place. Most of the guards here hated him. But then, who didn't? He was a murder after all, and for some odd reason, that seemed to be frowned upon. He couldn't really see why. All of his victims had been losers. They'd either been druggies or child abusers. Some had even done worse than that. His own father had been the one who'd driven him to his madness. The man had been obsessed with hitting Bryan as a child, thus causing him to slowly lose his mind. He snapped out of his thoughts and followed Helga, grinning at her and shuffling forward with bare feet. He refused shoes, thinking them to be unnecessary and annoying. His clothes were oversized, hanging over his thin frame in a way that made him look very small for a man. He didn't even look capable of murdering anyone. The chains that held his hands together clinked as he walked and he nearly purred at the sound. That was the sound of his home. The place where he'd been living for so long now. He'd been in solitary confidment for so long that he'd almost forgot what other people even looked like. As they entered the cafeteria, he blinked at the unpleasant, bright lighting. It reminded him of the doctor he'd had to go to before his prison life...the doctor who put him in the jacket that kept him from moving. He blinked a few times and looked around. There were men and women staring at him, some bored, others excited. Helga pushed him forward a little, making his messy hair hang pver his eyes. "This is Bryan." She introduced gruffly. "He's your newest inmate on death roe." She continued with more talking, but the young criminal had tuned her out long ago. He was poked roughly. "Say hi." Helga ordered and he laughed, low and manically. His mouth twisted up in a crooked grin and he shook a little, not saying anything to the people around him. Helga seemed annoyed, but he couldn't care less. She didn't control him anymore. He was taken by another escort. A much more attractive man that caught Bryan's intrest.

Bryan followed the newest guard down a hallway, watching him carefully. They stopped at a cell and Bryan stared into the opened door. "Go in now." The guard coaxed, being rather kind. "No." Bryan answered simply, giggling at his own rebellion. "Please?" The guard tried again. Bryan groaned. "What's your name~?" He cooed, trying to play around with the newest caretaker. After all, it'd been years since he'd seen anyone but Helga. "Anthony." He answered. "No /please/ go in." Anthony begged. "I think I'll call you Tony." Bryan said cheerfully. "Do you really want to know what will make me go in my cell~?" He purred, playing this game further. "What?" It seemed Tony was going to play along with the serial killer's little charade. "You could kiss me." Bryan suggested, his grin widening. "I've never been kissed before. You know you want to." Tony, no longer amused, pushed the raven haired prisoner into his cell, stalking off with no more reaction. Bored, Bryan sat on the hard top bunk, waiting for the arrival of his new roomie. He could hardly contain the excitement, hoping it was someone he could get along with and such. His people skills were rusty, but he figured he could at least hold a conversation. How hard could it be? He sat up, playing with his tumbs as he waited.

Klem mentally groaned to herself, Bryan. A name so ordinary that it made her sick. Though, he was a eye catcher, even the twisted smile made him look pretty to the eye, at least for her anyway. Bored already, as they were dismissed out she almost walked into Martin, who looked at her exhausted. She looked down from his face and saw he was holding two trays, one with her favorite grub, and the other with more of it. She looked at the other tray in disgust, and then almost jumped as the other tray was thrust into her hands. Regaining her balance, she looked up at the blonde guard questioningly. He gave her a sympathetic look before he started walking her to her cell.

"You're going to give your new roomie some food and have some heart to heart." He smiled tiredly at her shocked look,"I'm sorry this isn't my doing this time."

Chatters of the other prisoners echoed through the hallways. Then, echoes of the duo's shoes clacked down the hallway as they made their way down to Klem's cell. Soon enough, the familiar sound of a cell door opening and closing sounded out and lay out open for Klem to walk in. Martin looked at Klem, but she stood frozen at her spot, biting her lip. What if he tries to hurt me? What if I mess up this? Oh crap I'm not mentally prepared! She was being overly paranoid yet again. Martin saw this and pushed her inside gently, placing her tray on her bunk before he walked out and closed the door behind her. This seemed to snap her back to reality, looking around quietly, she looked up to see Bryan twiddling his thumbs on the top bunk. Swallowing her fears, she walked over and placed the tray in her hands next to him, looked at him for a moment, before ducking to her bunk and feasting on her food. Conversation could wait a moment, she was starving.

Bryan glanced at her with a sweet smile, eyes glowing with fake innocence. "Hello Klem. Welcome home." His voice was dripping with sugary sweetness. He ignored the food, pushing the tray so that it fell to the floor. He wasn't interested in the food. He was in a room with another being. Someone he could touch and talk to. Someone alive and not imaginary. He swung himself off of his bunk and sauntered over to his roomie, eyeing her curiously. He reached out a hand, going to touch her hair when he heard a guard yelling. "You know better Mr. Newsome!" His head snapped around with neck cracking speed. "Helga." He growled, barring sharp teeth at her. He'd filed them down so they looked more like shark teeth then human teeth. The Geeman women cocked an eyebrow at her prisoner. "Not eating again huh? You dont want the tube again do you?" He snickered and pulled himself back onto his bed, not answering. "If you don't eat your meal tomorrow, you know what I'll have to do." She threatened, then walked away to attend to her duties. Bryan was no longer her responsibility. He was Anthony's problem now.

Bryan was staring at his new roommate attentively when he heard Anthony speak. "Bryan." The raven haired man perked up and ran to the bars, grabbing at Anthony like a child. "Oh Tonnnny!" He cried, reaching through the bars and whining when the gaurd backed out of his reach. "Hush." Anthony demanded, running his hand tiredly through his sandy hair. "Now. I came to see why you weren't eating." Bryan looked at his tray and back at Anthony. "Aw Tony. That's so sweet of you. You were worried weren't you?" The guard sighed in annoyance. "What will it take to get you to eat?" Bryan paced, then grinned. "Maybe you could feed me~? Helga used to sometimes. Or you could read me a story. Or come join Klemmy and I." The gaurd was clearly starting to lose his patience, huffing. Bryan decided the guard was boring and went back to staring at Klem. "So. Want to play a game?" He cooed, smiling in a dangerous way, suggesting he meant something dangerous. "Because I think we should get to know each other better. And games help people get to know each other." He came closer, reaching a hand up to pet at orange locks. "Hmmmmmmm. Soft." He placed a hand on her arm, feeling her skin curiously.

She shivered involuntarily at this gesture, he was nice, a bit too nice for her comfort and it confused her. Klem wasn't sure if he was insane or just out of it when he refused to eat his food, even dropping it to the floor in disgust. Eating quietly, she looked down to her food, suddenly aware of his presence over her. Then his voice seemed directed at another, she looked up, it was a guard, maybe one of Martin's friends? She wasn't sure, and she didn't particularly care. He seemed annoyed by the smaller one's behavior. Bryan was very playful and flirty with anyone so far, she thought to herself as she chewed,he's probably been kept in some isolation cell, poor guy. He'll be rid of this world soon I guess. Bryan seemed to lose interest while she was deep in thought unfortunately for Klem. His voice, it was so, happy, it scared her, someone like him shouldn't be so happy, Klem made a mental note that she had to get out, and quickly. She flinched as his attention was directed back at her and she blinked curiously as he crossed to small cell over to her. His next action surprised her that she almost choked on her food. He petted her hair.

Being freaked out by the male's odd behavior is an understatement, she was downright paranoid. She continued to eat quietly, taking the grub in deep bites and swallows as her orange eyes watched the raven haired man's every move. He was odd, he was eccentric, he reminded her of herself, which helped her relax, but he was touching her. Her inner paranoid personality was waving out all the warning flags, but she expertly swallowed them down with her food, and looked at him plainly, before she spoke,"Look, I don't mind the Klemmy pet name you got, but calm down with the touching a bit okay? I have a few problems with that." Klem wasn't known for violent outbursts, but she isn't afraid to cross that line. She knows what threats she can make and go through with. The orangette ran her own hand through her bright orange hair and put her plate to the side, before she made herself comfortable, even with his hands on her, she felt the need to tell him off by swatting at the hands touching her,"I know my hairs really weird but can you stop now I'll play your damn game." Klem took off her outer prison jacket, it was getting pretty hot in the cell, summer was soon, she could feel it and it would soon be the perfect time to start her escape plan.

Bryan cut his eyes at Klem for the moment, trying to determine if he liked her attitude or not. He could most likely kill her with his bare hands if he wanted to. He could do it before the guards had a chance to stop him. He was going to be killed anyway, so he didn't see why he shouldn't. He looked at her a bit longer, then decided on crawling back to his bed. There was just something about the girl that he kind of liked and he didn't really want to see her die just yet. Tough he imagined the color of ripe, red blood would really look good on her. Maybe not with the orange hair though. No, no. She looked better with the color of life. And why should he ruin such a pretty thing? Not now. She needed to live. She would be a good friend until he was to be taken to the chair. He'd just have to kill her before he was executed. No one else deserved to be her friend after he was gone. She would be all his for eternity. He sat up on the top bunk, peeing at her with a small hint of a smile as he thought of ways to kill her. He would have to plan carefully if he was going to do this the right way. He didn't want to ruin her beauty in the process. He figured smothering would work best. He could use a pillow. With that thought, he zoned out for a while. Tuning out everything else.

Helga finished up her meal, sitting beside Anthony who seemed a bit out of it today. She figured the crazy Bryan was the one getting him down. She was glad to be finally rid of him. She'd hated having to go see him every single day. She always had to sing to him to make him eat or sleep and he constantly wanted to cling. He reminded her of an over sized toddler and often times she wondered what his child hood must have been like. She tried not to think on it more than she had to. It was best not to get attached to prisoners that were going to be killed. It only made it harder when they were gone. She had learned that a long time ago at this job. "What's bothering you Ant?" She asked, heavy German accent in her voice. She was a large brute of a woman, very stereotypical for a German. "Not much." The young officer muttered to himself more than the large woman beside him. "Just that clingy son of a bitch." He carefully rose from his seat. "I'd best head out. I have to make sure he eats his food this time." He grabbed an extra tray and headed for the cell.

When Anthony reached the cell, he peered up at Bryan who was scraping at his arms with his nails, looking dazed. He caught sight of blood and sighed. "Bryan.." No response. "Bryan!" Still no response. "BRYAN!" The young man finally jerked up his head, blinking. "Tony~!" His voice was a bit squealy, highly annoying. "I knew you still cared!!!" He ran to the bars and Anthony jumped back. "Hey now. You're bleeding." The guard stated blandly. Bryan looked at his arm and frowned. "Oopsie...that happens sometimes." He eyes the tray curiously. "Why food?" Anthony held it out. "You need to eat this ok?" The convicted murderer frowned. "Not unless you sing to me." He demanded, stamping his foot and making the policeman lose some of his cool demeanor. "Kelm?" The guard looked at her with begging eyes. "Will you please sing and feed him?" Bryan looked to her with the same pleading expression as Anthony, only with a bit of excited eagerness as well.

Klem eyed the interaction with amused eyes. Murderer or not, the boy had his own sense of humor, despite his bleeding, Klem giggled softly at the boy's antics. Strange as he was, after you smooth out the edges he wasn't so bad. Picking at her food quietly, she took a spoonful into her mouth and ate quietly again as he peered over her from his bunk. Returning the blank stare she didn't pay much attention until she heard the guard yell out her cellmate's name frantically. Flinching at the sudden noise, she looked up to see Bryan out at the bars childishly speaking to the officer, Anthony was his name? Klem wasn't paying much attention anyways, it didn't matter to her. She looked up again as the guard called her name. She gave him a surprised look,"Hah?" Klem didn't understand, singing?! She was decent at it sure, but to a grown man!? It was a bit weird to her. She sighed in defeat as the two men looked at her, one begging and the other eager.

The girl stood, and took the tray of food with a huff and a death glare,"Fine, but you little officer shitheads owe me big. BIG." With that said she spun on her heel and brought the tray to the excited boy. "Well. I'd like to explain that I don't know many songs-" She exhaled, and gave him her best smile,"But I'll try." Smile still on her face, her voice went dangerous,"But if you don't eat it I will either eat it in front of you or hold you down and sing to you as I force it down your cute murdering throat okay?~"

With that, she started off singing songs, simple nursery rhymes, as she held up the spoon,"Pop! Goes the Weasel's head~" She covered her mouth as the last word escaped, but continued.

Bryan was more than amused as Klem caved to his will. The officer clearly did not approve of her language, but he didn't say a thing. Besides, it was expected of prisoners to be a little rough around the edges. Bryan was bouncing a little on his bed, grinning at Klem like some sort of crazed lunatic. "Crazy bastard.." Anthony got away from the place as soon as he could, not wanting to have to deal with anyone any longer than he had to. Bryan made it clear that he'd eat if Klem sang, nodding his head frantically. He watched her carefully, eating from the spoon. He eventually started to get sleepy, the singing soothing him. He leaned against his new cellmate and yawned, closing his eyes.

Helga came by the cell and peered in, checking to be sure everything was going smoothly. The lat time Bryan had been put in a cell with someone else, it hadn't gone very well. She saw that Klem seemed to be ok, but figured she'd ask just in case. "Hey. Girl" She didn't see how respect was needed for this kind of person, so names were not important to her. "You ok? This loser staying in line? Anything I can do to help?"

Klem sang quietly as she fed him, and even after he had fallen asleep she continued to hum songs to him softly. She always had that soft spot for children, even if it was just one acting like one. She was surprised and almost dropped the man as the raven haired cellmate leaned over on her and fell asleep. The orangette looked over at the man on her, clearly annoyed, before she gently moved him to her lap. He's so weird, but that doesn't mean I should let my guard down, he could be planning my death in his sleep, best to keep on my toes, getting close to a guy like him means trouble. She puffed out her cheeks and let out the air in frustration, this seemed more like a babysitting gig than roomies. Not that she hated this but, was she going to be able to get her privacy?

Klem's head snapped up as a voice called out. She was met by a different officer, Klem remembered that she was with Bryan as he came in. Poor woman, she probably was subjected to this. Grinning sheepishly, she replied,"Nah ma'am its alright, I don't think you want to deal any more with this cute childish annoying handful, I'll be fine. I'll holler if I'm dying though. Though if you can get my some more food that would be lovely." Once done, she looked down to the man on her lap, and toyed with his hair,"Poor Bryan, death rows pretty cruel, if only I could take you with me in my escape plan...." she whispered in a hushed voice so the officer wouldn't overhear.

The guard nodded. "I suppose I can get more food." She headed off, not hearing the comment about escaping. Bryan was snoring rather loudly when Helga returned. The women slid the food in, careful not to drop it as she set it on the floor. She went back off after wishing Klem luck, knowing the girl would most certainly need it since she was dealing with a handful like Bryan.

Bryan slowly stirred from his little nap, not having any dreams. He looked up to see he was in Klem's lap and smiled a little. He'd never had a friend or even a good parent, so waking up with someone was not a thing he was used to. He realized he liked it though. It was nice. He was beginning to like Klem more and more, determining that she couldn't die. Not ever. He wouldn't let anyone kill her. At least not while he was alive. He wouldn't end her life before he left the world. It didn't seem like a good idea to kill her for some reason. He stared at her thoughtfully. "Hi." He whispered sleepily, yawning and stretching, but making no effort to move from her lap.

Klem waved at Helga in thanks and groaned, she couldn't reach out to the food since Bryan was on his lap. Frowning, she looked down at said man, only to find his eyes open and looking up at her. Blinking in surprise, her eyes narrowed as she spoke,"Hey. You know you snore like a horse right?" She shook her head and chuckled to herself,"Anyways, they dropped off more food, you still hungry? Cause I am, but I can't get to it with you on me, ya mind movin a lil?" She poked at his cheeks, and shifted underneath him. Her legs were falling asleep, and they hurt too, and she was hungry again.

Chatters of the other prisoners could be heard from the cell next door, gossip again? Klem thought, the prisoners really did have nothing to do besides gossip sleep and eat. But this time however, they were gossiping about something interesting.

"Ya know that freaky haired one? The chick? I hear she's got plans of escape again!"

The roommate seemed in awe, but doubtful,"You sure? Sure she's snuck out without being caught a couple of times, but full out escape?! I don't think so."

Klem bit her lip, seems that rumors are spreading like wildfire, she better make her escape quick before it reaches the guards, but what about Bryan? He seemed to be amused with Klem, and he would be an asset to her, but that would mean lugging around another person and yet another to worry about, she bit harder, and then felt something warm drip down her lip, probably blood, as she spiralled down into her thoughts, sorting her plans out.

The dark haired man sat up and picked up the tray, handing it to her. "There you go." He smiled at her, ignoring the gossip until her realized it was about Klem. Then he was all ears. He laid up against the bars, listening carefully to see what was going on. He frowned a little, then looked back at his cell mate, curious. "You can get out of here?" He whispered, clinging to her. He noticed the blood and got closer, licking it from her lips. He grinned at her playfully. "You want to bring a friend~?" He cooed, nuzzling her like a cat. "Plllleaaase?" He thought about a new life. He wouldn't have to die. And he could stay with Klem. She seemed to care about him, and he certainly liked her a bit.

The other prisoners continued their gossiping, and Bryan worried that the guards might hear. He took a little bite of food, now excited. "Shhh." He demanded that the others be quiet as the guards came back. They took some of the others to bathe and Bryan looked back at Klem again before heading off to the baths himself.

(The sudden craving to draw Bryan licking Klem's lip has arose.)

Klem jumped back as she felt something warm and ,wet touch her bottom lip and lick the blood off. She refocused and looked up. Shit, he wants in. She had to bring him now, it was either that or it meant her certain death, and she was not about to die in a prison, she had standards, for a criminal at least. Looking down at the tray in her hands, she suddenly lost her appetite, now her plan being ten times harder than it has to be, she has to worry about another body. Hands down I'm bringing him with me, he'll be able to exterminate the guards that unfortunately may cross my path. She waved to him as he walked off to the showers and check under her pillow quickly. The lock picks from the last sneak were still there, so getting them out of the cell won't be too much of a problem. Klem ran a hand through her hair frustratingly, he seemed able to climb properly, so she would continue on with the plan as if it were her alone. Putting the pillow down and pretending to fluff it, she got up and stretched, another female guard came to take her down to the showers,"Hey Eli~" She greeted lazily as she got out of her cell. Elizabeth rolled her eyes as she threw Klem a towel and walked her down with a few other females to the other showers.

Klem came back, a towel on her body, and one tying her hair up, and walked into her cell. Bryan didn't seem to be back yet, so she opened her drawers and as soon as she got her undergarments and pants on, she took the towel off and got her shirt on as well. As she dried and brushed her hair, she resumed mental planning, hopefully she could do it by tomorrow or the day after. Now it was a race for time Bryan's execution was soon, and she couldn't afford any mistakes.

Bryan scrubbed and got as clean as possible. He had always been a bit a very clean person. Even his crimes had been clean which was a reason his body count had been high by the time he'd been caught. He was sure that he was spotless, then got out, pulling on a fresh prison uniform. He was escorted back to his cell and he sat down beside Klem, giving her a knowing grin. He didn't think she'd be able to resist taking him with her now. Not after he'd begged and not since he'd be killed if she didn't help. His physical fitness was great and he was sure he wouldn't be too much of a hindrance. He was a good hunter and could catch them food. He had connections to get them out of the country if needed, which would be helpful. He hugged around her waist as he thought, already feeling a sort of closeness to his new friend. After all, she was his savior. That was defiantly a thing that made her his favorite person.

Klem looked over as she felt arms around her,"Hey, squirt, what do you think you're doing?" She asked, half glaring at the man who just showered, and smacking his head lightly,"I never said I was going to bring you anyway," She attempted to pry his hands off of her, annoyed,"And for the last time Bryan quit touching me. Jeez are you really a serial killer? You barely look legal." Glaring at him intently, she sighed,"But you're so eager, so I'll test you," The orangette sighed, running a hand through her hair, exposing a huge scar that ran horizontally across her head with a tattoo of stitches across it, before it disappeared behind her orange fluff. She pointed at a man in the cell across from them, he was lean, and mean looking, and he glared at the finger Klem pointed,"He's been harassing me for weeks and caused me a bunch of bruises," She pointed to her wrist which was almost covered, with a hand mark shape,"If you can get him to be aggressive to you without starting the fight, the trouble will be put on that guy, and he'll be transferred." She put a finger to her lips,"Lunch is in a few minutes, and I want proof of your worthiness before it ends."

As she finished, right on schedule the doors opened and the inmates started to parade down to the cafeteria. Klem sighed and stood, petting Bryan,"I wish I could take you right away, but I can't risk it without proof, sorry Bryan," She smiled, with a separate meaning to it, a more twisted one,"Now don't mess yourself up now okay? I don't want that pretty face bruised up." Before she offered her hand to him, wanting to walk together.

Bryan's lips curled into a delighted little grin. "That's all I have to do huh? Well, I certainly won't have a problem with that." He thought about lunch and the time he'd have to get a strong reaction from the man. He'd have to be careful not to get his face pounded in either. He'd have to provoke a fight with a gaurd around to stop it before it got too horribly serious. He walked out of the cell carefully, catching Klem's hand in his own carefully, holding it very gently but firmly.

Bryan took a seat as soon as he was in the cafeteria, looking at Helga who was a few tables away. She was strong enough to take most of the men here, so he wasn't too worried about someone hurting him too badly. The guy would probably only get a punch, and Bryan would move enough so he'd miss the face. He looked at the man he was supposed to be provoking and made sure to catch his eye. He then winked very flirtatiously, knowing most men here were homophobic. He took his spoon and licked it provocatively, staring into the eyes of the other man. He was good at flirting, but even better at making people uncomfortable with his advances. He looked back at Klem for a moment, then kept on with his advances towards the scary guy.

Helga was enjoying her meal, but was careful to keep an eye out for trouble. She didn't want any trouble with these brutes. Across from here was Anthony who looked rather worn. She knew how tough it could be to be the main guard for a punk like Bryan. He was always in some sort of trouble and was way too complicated.

Klem shuffled along after him, her hand in his. Glancing around, she saw the looks people were giving her, and looked back down. Klem with someone? That alone was an impossible sentence. She sighed as Bryan got to a table, and let go of his hand,"I'll go get us food okay?" But Bryan was already at work, seemingly provoking the guy with flirtacious advances. She snorted, he had an odd way of going about things. She looked around and saw Helga a few tables over, Anthony another few over, and then Martin over at the entrance seemingly just walked in and making his way to Tony with a grin. I'm surrounded by idiots sometimes. She thought tiredly as she squeezed her way past the groups of inmates bunched about trying to get their ration.

As she was passing the other man's table, Xavier was his name, she saw him stick his foot out. Seeing it, she was about to step over, but before she was able to she felt strong hands shove her forward. Tripping over the muscular leg, she slammed to the ground with the force the purposeful push had given her. Looking up, she saw that the inmates crowded in a way that blocked the view of most of the officers, but not enough to block out her view of Bryan. Blowing hair out of her face, she tried to get up, only to be kicked by Xavier, who was not the happiest camper due to Bryan's sexual advances. Her bright orange hair was grabbed forcefully as she was dragged to her feet and met eye to eye with the man who had been harassing her for the past weeks,"What the fuck was that for you shit?"

Xavier, glaring at the girl, gestured with his head to Bryan,"Your friend there is pissin' me off ya'hear?" His slurred accent was strong, slightly southern,"He best be stoppin' b-fore somethin bad happens to ye-"

Taking a breath, Klem tried pulling away from his grip, only to get dragged around as she struggled, earning a cry of pain from her,"Let go of me!" She yelled.

The attack on Klem had taken Bryan by surprise. He had expected the brute to go after him, but it seemed the loser was a punk. He'd rather hit women it seemed. The serial killer grabbed his fork and slipped it up his sleeve, swaggering over to the large inmate. "Now then. Why don't you settle this like a real man? You have a problem with me?" He dropped his voice to a serious, malicious snarl. "Why don't you come and deal with it?" He slowly walked over to where Klem was, seeing exactly how she was being held. He decided on an action and lunged, spearing Xavier's eyes with the fork. He was sure to rip the organ from its socket, then placed his fingers in the hole, laughing and ripping at whatever flesh he could. He took a bite at the man's neck, his filed teeth easily breaking skin and slicing through major vein. He managed to hit Xavier's jugular, blood dripping from his fang-like teeth as he was pulled off by Anthony.

Bryan woke up back in his cell after having been tranquilized to calm him down. They'd left him in Klem's cell since there was no room in solitary as of now. His death was moved up, and he had even less time to get away from the prison. He didn't want to take a visit to the chair. Bryan yawned and thought about what had happened. He hasn't started the aggression, but he sure had gotten the last lick in. He assumed Xavier had died, but he wasn't sure. If he hasn't died, he was sure to be in critical condition. No one just came back from a wound to the jugular. He could still taste the faint iron of blood and he washed it out with water, needing a cool drink anyway.

Klem's eyes were wide. Blood, the crimson liquid was everywhere, on the floor, on Xavier, who lay dead in front of her, blood still spurting out of his neck as he attempted to gurgle out understandable words. Dead. The word floated around her mind, and her world was at a standstill. Never before had she witnessed a true monster at work. All this time she thought she was all high and mighty, but now, she had just witnessed one of the most brutal murders ever known in her existence, and she was absolutely terrified. She thought Bryan was going to just get the man off of her, but, she didn't predict for the situation to escalate so quickly. Now there was a dead man, and Bryan was probably sent back to the cell tranquilized after that incident.

Later after interviews with officers she was walked back to her cell, and coaxed inside with a now conscious Bryan. As soon as the guards were gone and out of earshot, she went defensive and swiftly made her way to Bryan, her eyes serious,"How bad is the punishment?" She had heard some of it, a move up of the death sentence, which meant the escape would have to be tomorrow. They needed to leave, and they needed to leave soon. Before Klem became to disgusted to bring him along and have more problems later.

Bryan yawned, getting rather sleepy as he was waiting for his room mate to return from dinner. He didn't feel the least bit bad for what he'd done. That guy had been beating on a woman after all. He deserved what he got in Bryan's warped mind. He was just about to doze when he heard foot steps of guards. He opened one eyes and peeked, excited to see that Klem was returning to thir shared cell. He sat back up and stared at her, but said nothing. She looked different he thought. She seemed less trusting and her eyes were showing some sort of emotion he couldn't place. He'd become good at reading people. Even the most guarded ones, and he could tell something was wrong with Klem. He decided to keep at a distance, not wanting to spook her.

"They moved the date up to three days from now." He said coldly, not seeming worried at all really. He thought about the guy in the cafe again. He'd been such a loser. Surely Klem wasn't mad at him for killing the bastard? But then, she wasn't as demented and Bryan knew that deep down. He was much darker than her. Killing was important in his mind. Someone had to kill out all the bad ones, and in Bryan's mind, he was good for that job. He just has a hard time remembering that some people had different moral codes. In fact, most people thought killing was wrong or a sin. And maybe it was wrong. Maybe he was going to hell for all of his crimes. But that wasn't a thing that would stop him. No.

Klem closed her eyes in frustration, Three days... She had planned the escape for next week. Running a hand through her hair she groaned and threw herself onto her bunk in frustration, screaming into her pillow. Then she sat up, threw her pillow at the wall next to Bryan, and laid herself back down, looking at the ceiling. She turned her head to Bryan, analyzing him skeptically. As she at up, she held her arms out to him,"Bryan, hug?" She herself needed this, she needed this more than anything, just to confirm to herself that the boy- no man, in front of her was human, still warm like one, still felt like one, just didn't have the mentality like the considered norm.

"It starts tomorrow, tomorrow night. If you need small weapons tell me, I got you covered." She whispered, not wanting to be in earshot of anyone nearby. The plan was simple, at least to her, lock-pick the door open, get to the morgue, wrap Bryan up so he could escape that way and get the entrance open, and as they check the bodies she would be up above and signal with a whistle for Bryan to quickly slaughter and destroy the guardsmen. Then they were to take the car used to transport the bodies and drive off as far as possible on it's gas. She had backup plans too, but this was the plan she wanted.

Bryan thought about what was said. He knew it wouldn't be easy escaping, but his life depended on it. After all, what was worse than being killed? Even if he was caught escaping, there was nothing else they could really do to punish him. "Let's do this." He said with a grin and a snicker. He thought for a few moments about what he might need to help them escape this hell hole. "I will most likely need a tazer, maybe a knife? That should be good for taking down large guards." He considered the fact that he wasn't that big and there would be multiple guards after him.

Klem nodded,"Knives? I got some, but tazers might be a haggle..." she shivered at the images that flashed vividly through her head. The things he would do with such weapons, just to escape, just to protect her. She really thought he was just going to escape for the fun of it and then kill her as soon as he was out and safe, but, that act, of pure murder, to Klem it was the blood bond like no other. It was something sinister, cruel, and horrifyingly insane. Despite all this, it was a link of trust. He had protected her when she was harassed, when she could've helped herself out of the situation, he went so far as to kill the man to keep her from harm. A new level of respect was made for Bryan. True loyalty, something she had never seen with her own two eyes in person.

She walked over to her cot and lifted up the mattress gently, revealing two knives, one large and one smaller. One wouldn't believe the hell she went through to sneak them. A ton of punishments, beatings, and more, and it was worth every single injury as equal to what she had sustained trying to obtain the lock picks. It was her blood, sweat and tears, and now was the correct time to use them,"I don't think I can get tazers by tonight Bryan, so we're stuck with this." She smiled weakly, saying his name again after the incident make her light-headed as memories flashed about, and this was probably the third time she's said his name, which is why it felt so unusual for it to roll off her tongue like that.