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Thread: You're not fit to grace society with your presence.

This man here? This poor soul, was a psychopath. He had odd tendencies dealing with numbers and seemed to do things rhythmically in a world full of uncertainty. He based his thoughts around the Mayan Calender, and went in the act of thirteens. Thirteen murders, thirteen charges in total, dear goodness, thirteen was just his number. Smiling softly at the man in front of her who seemed to be rather comfortable in her aura, her legs were crossed under the table, the chains around his legs and wrists jingled softly after each movement. The guard standing quaintly in the corner of the small room, her eyes fluttered softly, the file in her lap unshifting as the grumble of a cough emerged from behind her. Her patient had to end his conversation, wincing softly behind her rectangle rimmed glasses, knowing that the situation would not end at it's best, but she could not help that. As of recently, she had no direct control over the way her Maximum Security patients were treated when she wasn't around, mentally frowning upon the act of what could or might happen. Stepping from the room after giving her goodbyes and promises to see him later, watching him be escorted out of the room with a bit of a struggle and a few violent screams of hatred, her hands slid the file up to the table. Writing quickly after clicking her pen, her job was based on pure judgment, the sort that wasn't merely a 'WHOOPSIE POOPSIE, I ACCIDENTLY DID-' No, Esmerelda's judgment was the sort to make intelligent judgments about any situation. The sound of combat boots seemed to drown out any sound of hope within this prison, though the female herself wearing her black stiletto heels, her clipboard and binder were held against her chest. Raising a brow slightly once she found herself catching a guard staring at her from the lower levels, a frown played with her pretty face, Not in your life time. That was not sarcasm, because unfortunately for him, the female turning her vision from him and hearing the sound of Dahlia's voice echoing an explanation. That was nothing new to her, rolling her eyes to the ceiling. Esmerelda was honestly not fond of the younger girl, but stating that out loud would be absolutely un business like, and she had better things to do with her time. Though the constant way she badgered her patients as though she were actually bigger than what she was, the curvy female wanted to toss her off a cliff and announce it to the world. Now that's not nice Esme.listu
Thread: You're not fit to grace society with your presence.

In his cell David sat in his cell looking up at the ceiling counting the tiles. He only have five more years left on his sentence but he was lucky that they never found out that he had an offsite bank accout with millions and only got him for hacking the credit agancies as to hide his tracks. He was able to make sure no one touched him as he was able to get Free HBO on the general pop tv aswell as hook up some of the guards with free items in exchange for special privilages.
Thread: You're not fit to grace society with your presence.

Rayne stood up from the small table he was seated on. I need to check on an inmate actually. He said to Dahlia. Walking past her he smiled and headed for the stairwell that spiraled downwards. It would take him two minutes to walk through the first floor of the firm and out into the general population housing. Hearing the voice of Esme, the clinical psychiatrist that was hired on at the facility. He smiled and whistled for the guard to open the gate from the hallway to general population. Walking through the buzzed open gate he made his way to the cell of the local hacker. Kicking the bars to Mr. Davids cell he smiled cheerfully in towards him. Parole hearing in a week isn't it David? Said Rayne as he watched the man lay on his bed as if he was doing nothing.
Thread: You're not fit to grace society with your presence.

Yes it is but you and I both know that I wont get paroled I am to valuible of resourse to be released with my talentsDavid said as he sat up in bed. He was the type of prisoner that got along with everyone since he had a few connections to get things that were needed if someone asked for it.So what do you need bosshe asked.
Thread: You're not fit to grace society with your presence.

Rayne smiled and gave a chuckle out as David spoke of his parole going as it usually did. Well David actually I want you to cut off the HBO out here for a while. You know, let the inmates know the real prison sting of basic cable. He said with a laugh at the end of his words. His eyes turned upwards to the railings above him looking around. That and I don't really want you meandering through the Wings as you see fit anymore. He smiled and pointed at a couple of the cameras along the wall and ceiling. Some of those are closed circuit, not ones you can hack at your leisure. So stay out of the infirmary unless you need me to send you there myself. He said with a smile. David wasn't a trouble maker, it just seemed that he liked to get up and wander at times. Maybe he thought it should be part of his bonus for helping out some of the Wardens employees.
Thread: You're not fit to grace society with your presence.

Well if I shut off the HBO my customers would shank me Boss and I only wonder as to find out what my new customer wants areDavid said knowing that he was given bit of leway since he was able to intermix with all the different clicques that were in the prison as they knew as long they dont snitch on where they get there vices then they can come to him it only rule was no weapons since he detests violance.
Thread: You're not fit to grace society with your presence.

Rayne raised an eyebrow and clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth. Stay out of the firm David, or you will go to solitary. He said and knocked on his bars with his right hand. Other than that it's nice knowing at least one of my inmates won't be stabbing anyone. He said with a smile and turned to walk off. Walking back up the stairs towards the third floor he pulled out his pack of cigarettes and popped one in his mouth. Pulling his light out of his left vest pocket he lit up near one of the windows so that he could blow smoke outside the prison. Standing there along the wall that was the one barrier between this place and the outside world he smiled. Here he was a twenty five year old young man. Running his own prison. Doing quite well for himself both financially and emotionally. He smiled and let out another stream of smoke from his mouth.
Thread: You're not fit to grace society with your presence.

This situation was ugly, just plain ugly. Sure, the evidence pointed directly to her latest patient because he had committed several murders and gotten away with it for a while until the police system apprehended him and sent the man here, it was merely the situation that he was not up for parole any time in his life. He was already in his mid thirties, they were going to let him suffer in the prison system or electrocute him. For a second, the woman resembled a child, lips set at a soft pout, the maximum security wing behind her and her mind evidently not on the high pitched whistles let out into the air, whether they came from guards or inmates was not on her mind. Heels hitting the floor in time carefully, her pretty eyes danced across everything they could catch, a habit in being observant that she had grown fond of in her childhood. The smell of a freshly lit cigarette carrying her to the third floor, none of the guards were silly enough to walk around smoking cigarettes and teasing the inmates while they were in their cells, her eyes stopping upon the familiar back of a male as he blew his smoke out a window as though it would make a difference. Or maybe it was merely the way she was, sensing these things. Smoking those things will kill you. Cancer sticks. Esme's voice called out to him, soft but audible entirely, bangs pulled away from her face thanks to a bobby pin and hair off her neck due to the large black clip that set on the back of her head, a few loose strands hung around the sides of her face as she moved to stand near him at the window.listu
Thread: You're not fit to grace society with your presence.

Hearing the soft voice of the prison shrink Rayne turned around. He smiled when he saw her walk to him. The voice of an angel with the thoughts of the devil, what brings such a lovely lady around here? He smirked as he casually flirted with Esme, it was what he did. When Rayne saw Esme it was hard not to flirt with her, even in the most professional of environments. He smiled and put the cigarette out on the window sill before flicking the dead butt out the window. A cancer stick they may be but they can be other things as well. He said with a smile. He loved to fuck with her. Did you know that a lit cigarette in the hands of a communist Russian during the second great war was a weapon. They could be used as torture devices, for marking, and even for setting off explosives. He smirked at her and laughed. I wish torture was legal in this country. It would make a better sentencing then letting people sit out here, in a nice prison like mine. He smiled again and looked out the window.
Thread: You're not fit to grace society with your presence.

David understood that the warden was just doing his job and he have to wait a while before he or any of his cronies to get what was needed. He goes and lays back down on the bed.
Thread: You're not fit to grace society with your presence.

Dahlia made her rounds, happy that she wasn't going to be fired, But as the prisoners catcaled at her, she swung her magnum around her finger expertly with the safety on, she wasn't stupid. As a man called out a particularly rude comment, she resonded with a wink and a smile. She was on cloud nine right now, nothing could piss her off. sorry writers block
Thread: You're not fit to grace society with your presence.

Full lips forming a smile when he spoke, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary for him to be flirting with her, as it had never truly bothered her. It wasn't a cat call or a shouting remark about something on her figure, so she took to it easily. You said that when you first hired me. And he had, because when was the last time you'd seen a woman like that working as a psychiatrist for the crazies? Maybe the woman was crazy herself, though she had done nothing to cheat in getting this job. There was no extra leg thrown into getting it, it was merely a job that she wouldn't mind taking fresh out of college to advance her later on in life. Besides, even with the act of playing hard to get and keeping her mind in a world of oblivion as far as most of his flirting went, it wasn't anything difficult at all, not to say that at any time she wouldn't mind having a certain few altercations with her boss. Her mind coughing as she kept her eyes settled on the man, listening to him give her fun facts on cigarettes, blinking only softly because even though he was the warden of this prison, she didn't take him seriously. Or at least, not for the fact that he was getting giddy about using a cigarette as a torture weapon. You're not a Russian communist, Rayne. Well there was a crush to his dreams. And don't wish for something like that. You and I both would be out of a job. And they would, her figure leaning toward him subconsciously, her eyes stared into his before folding her arms over her chest in hearing the footsteps of another, not that it truthfully bothered her, though her mind began to count the steps. Dahlia. listu
Thread: You're not fit to grace society with your presence.

David wondered how long it would before chow as he was getting hungery since he wasnt able to offically be anywhere near a computer he assigned to the docks which suited him nicely as he could get ahold of his products from there distribue them to his customers who were either guards or his fellow coworkers that was term he used lossely to describe the people in the general population.
Thread: You're not fit to grace society with your presence.

He turned his head for a moment and saw Dahlia, her weapon out. He shook his head and sighed. Holster it Miss Black. He called loudly across the cat walk towards her. He then turned his eyes back to Esme with a smile. Looking at his watch a second later he sighed. It was coming up on chow time. He sighed and looked at Esme for a moment longer then to Dahlia. Dahlia I want you to head over and make sure the mess is ready for the population. He said with a sigh. Don't forget to check under the tables. He called as he extended his hand to Esme. If you will excuse me Esme, I have to go to work. He said with a smile and turned away from her towards one of the racks of weapons that lined the walls. He sighed and pulled out his key ring, finding the key he opened the rack and pulled out a large black shot gun. It was a non-lethal weapon but it did it's job. He sighed and then looked into general population. As soon as Dahlia made her search he would call them to chow and open the cells.
Thread: You're not fit to grace society with your presence.

Turenne sat in his cell, a sick evil smirk on his face. How long had he been here, he didn't care. Every moment of every day alone was spent on new ways to make people scream. He urged for blood and tears. Turenne felt the orange jumpsuit a bit unflattering. He wore it half way and used the sleeves as a belt. He wore nothing on his torso, a large tattoo on his chest in plain sight. He paced back and forth remembering his crimes. He remembered how they screamed and begged for mercy, he would laugh at them for being so foolish as to think they would get mercy. The cell was cramped and he had no interaction with anyone. Sometimes he liked the solitude, other times he wished someone was there...not to keep him company, but to fill his blood lust.
Thread: You're not fit to grace society with your presence.

David twiddled his thumbs he had heard they were suppose to be getting some Fish in soon. Ah the term for new prisoner who come into the prison it also ment fresh group of customers. He thaught of all the new payments he get from them.
Thread: /Because the Gods hate her/-Me and Lieutenant Ducky-

Her job was upon her again, the familiar burn seared through her being. Except this time it was more then just a burn, it was a like a deep cold had settled into her very being. A gasp of pain laced through her hand, clutching unto the crown mark that was now blazing with an odd green tone. But that tone faded from green to pale blue, and then vanished as the man was before her. She shuddered, his voice making chills reach through her body and play in parts of her mind and form... that previously had not been played with. She knew what arousal was, that is what was touching her in places that hadn't been touched by any mortal hand but her own. No immortal hand had grazed upon it either. She made it quite clear to the fae that came across, that she was not a sexual creature. She shuddered, ignoring his words and then slowly getting up. Her head tilting back and fire snapping in the depths of warm brown eyes. Her hands clenched at her side as her hand came up and she wiped away the trace amounts of tears on her cheeks. But more shimmered there on the surface, it was still a cold searing pain in her being. The presence of his magic near her mark. Why did it hurt so much, just to be near him? She shuddered again then, cold racing across her flesh. Her nipples tightened harshly, the metal loops in their tips becoming cold as well. This only made the cold even more so obvious as she was wearing only a sports bra beneath her shirt. Her eyes narrowed as she put her hands on her hips, tilting her head back to try and stare him in the face. Her eyes glared even harder as she stared at the male. Then her eyes widened, pale lips parting as she realized exactly what was facing her. Frost... She whispered as she back stepped. She knew this Fae Legend, knew all of the Legends inside and out. While the other Fae she was just supposed to help, the Legends she had to personally care for. Because it was a 'Legend' of a Fae Lord, that had sired her bloodline. Not the Killing Frost, another of the old ones. She shifted her arm and bowed at the waist, containing her anger at his words. Welcome to the Mortal Coil, Lord Frost. She said in a soft voice. Then straightened, Follow me please... Identification and money will be provided for you, once we leave the forest. She said softly. Once she left the forest, maybe the damnable bone deep chill would leave her? Thank the goddess her shirt was baggy, otherwise the fact that she was cold would be obvious. She pushed her glasses up nervously and ignored the feelings coursing through her. The Guardian was Asexual, until such a time as she found her soulmate and continued the line.
Thread: /Because the Gods hate her/-Me and Lieutenant Ducky-

Not a complete dolt, he noticed her reach for her shoulder, clinging to it as if in agony. Well damn, not even a moment's peace. Here was the Guardian. Letting out a deep, disappointed sigh, he jams his hands back in his pockets, as if playing the part of the sullen boy. Mother had caught him before he even got close the cookie jar. She at least had a pretty face, and not even those thick glasses could hide the sparks in her brown eyes. If she had more fae blood, he had no doubt she'd be a flaming red head, and that he'd be a little bit uncomfortable at the moment. Those fire fae gals, my goodness. No sense of humor. Which had left him with a few scorch marks here and there, and cost him a favorite shirt. But luckily, this girl didn't seem to have that capability, seeing as he wasn't sweating, even though she had teared up. That's never a good sign. Oh, she was undoubtedly pissed. The stiff way she bows, the hostility in her welcome. He chuckles, a deep, throaty sound as he treads behind her in contemplative silence. He could easily ditch this girl whenever he so pleased, but he'd be best to do that after he got the necessities of this human realm. Not to mention, this was a fae girl that he could tease and taunt without any real consequences. That had to have some appeal. Vaguely, he noted that she was struggling with the cold, and with a devious grin, he thought of all the ways he could tease her with that. Of course, it wouldn't be very polite to do most of those things at this very moment. But he had no qualms with quickening his stride to place him next to her, his normal aura of chill enveloping her.
Thread: /Because the Gods hate her/-Me and Lieutenant Ducky-

Aisling's eyes narrowed as the male followed her. Damn Fae Lords and their urge for mortal pleasantries, couldn't they just stay in their world and leave her home to her? She didn't have an elegant and grand home. Just a small studio apartment with three rooms to it. Her living room that was her bedroom as well, her bathroom, and her kitchen. Goddess damn the Fae Lord Frost, and his need to visit the mortal coil. She twisted her hand, and pulled the one item she was proficient with from her pocket. She snapped open the small pocket knife, and snapped it closed. The snicking sound of metal was heard as she tried to work out her annoyance. Those eyes of his, she could feel them on her form. Now she was damn glad she wore as form fitting of clothing as she did! How dare he, how dare he stare at her form in such a manner. She wasn't your typical run of the mill human, or was he looking because of that? Because she didn't even have enough fae in her to make proper sparks. She pushed her glasses up in annoyance and continued to walk. Just her luck, her apartment was in the first set, just after she left the forest. She walked straight into the complex, and tried to ignore the whispers of her neighbors. They thought she was a gigolo or something. With all these rather attractive males that came with her from the forest. This was by far the most lovely of all the males that had come from the woods with her. She shivered faintly and tilted her head back as she turned her head towards the male that had stepped up beside her. His chilly presence enveloped her being, as the arousal returned. She glared only faintly, but did her best to hide it. I have the identification papers in my home, you are lucky the military acknowledges my families Guardianship over the Fae, otherwise I would be in prison for making your I.D. for this world. She stated as she pulled the key from her pocket, putting her pocket knife in it's place. She opened the door and held open the door so he could step in. She slammed the door as soon as she was sure he was in, and locked it. Kicking off her boots after undoing the laces, and then walking towards the kitchen. I'll put your age over twenty-one so you can go tot he bars if you so chose. She stated as she sat down at the kitchen counter, she opened her laptop and began to put in the information to make Frost exist in this world. What name do you want your ID to say?
Thread: /Because the Gods hate her/-Me and Lieutenant Ducky-

Every little click was obnoxiously loud, or perhaps it was just fae-kind's inclination to be very, very aware of metals around them. It wasn't that they were fatal, by any chance. But they were weakened by the presence of too much metal ores, and a wound made from metal tended to sting that much more. And all immortals didn't enjoy being reminded that they aren't really immortal. It was a remarkably short walk from the enclosure of woods and trees that held the portal to his world to her little corner of civilization. But he had a feeling that was intentional. The Guardian would have to live close the portal, and it would be difficult to immerse the visitors properly if there was nothing around. As they strolled through the complex, Frost was not oblivious to the eyes on his form, and with a cheeky grin, he winks at one of Aisling's more attractive neighbors. The pale man listens to the shorter woman's complaints, just barely refraining from rolling his eyes. He slips in before she shuts the door, and makes himself comfortable, leaning against the counter top. A faint smile on pink lips, he watches her every movement, curiously so as she starts to fiddle with the laptop. Fae world had it's fair share of electronics, but he hadn't had a chance to play with any of it, just yet. But at the question, his cockiness seems to falter. What's wrong with my name? he inquires, narrowing deep blue eyes on the tiny girl, as if offended. And just so you know, I didn't ask you to make anything for me. I didn't give you your lot in life, so don't bitch at me for having to do your god damned job, he snips, crossing his arms across his bare chest, muscles moving sleekly under pale skin.