"A pyromaniac and a murderer stuck in the same cell together. Sounds like a recipe for disaster." She laughed, just meeting his eyes.
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Draven's eyes sparkled in amusement. "Oh, love, this already is a disaster. Just imagine what would happen if we got free."
Her eyes lit up, sparkling with imagination. "We would absolutely ruin the world. They say some people wanna watch the world burn. As long as I get to put it out with blood, I'll let you light it on fire."
"Fair enough." He smirked, eyes glinting. "What if I had a way out?"
"Then I'd ask you to show me where it is so I can get the fuck out of here and go back to being a menace to society." She was bouncing on her toes at this point, her wicked grin starting to return.
“Well,” he said, his eyes almost seeming to glow with manic passion, “every Thursday the people who deliver the food to this place come, and they have a woman, Michelle, who owes me a… favor. She’ll get us out.”
"Hmm, you sure she'll be willing to let me out?" She grinned, giggling to herself. "There was a reason I spent so long in maximum security. Took a two month city wide manhunt to find me when they finally figured out what all my victims had in common."
“Of course,” he said with a smirk. “She will. I’m certain.”
The security guard gave a low laugh as he saw the feed of the two cells. “That so, eh?”
"No doubt the guards already know though." She scoffed. "Of course they'd keep a constant eye on the two more psychotic prisoners they have. All the more reason to stick us together. Less switching between cameras."
He nodded his head, settling against the wall. "That they do." And he closed his eyes, smirking slightly, as if he knew something no one else did.
"Alright Dr. Jekyll, what are you hiding?" She crossed her arms with a smirk. "I know that look when I see it, you know something."
"What do you mean?" He asked innocently, eyes still closed. "I don't know anything you don't."
"I call complete and utter bullshit on that. You've bribed your fair share of guards during your time here, what do you know?"
"Nothing," he said, opening his eyes. He glanced quickly at the camera in the corner, then back at her. "Nothing at all."
She followed his eyes, then it clicked. Her smirk widened ever so slightly. "Whatever you say." She rolled her eyes, knowing they shouldn't risk saying that kind of information aloud where the cameras might hear.
He shrugged and smirked, winking at her before settling back into his position.
She fought off her blush when he did, shifting on her feet. Even though they really hadn't had the time to become close friends, Dray was still kinda hot and she hadn't seen or talked to anyone like her, guy or otherwise, in years.
Draven opened his eyes and started scratching something on the floor, looking bored, positioning his body so that the cameras were blocked.
She twirled her hair around her finger, admiring the bright red color. "You know, sometimes I wish my hair was darker. Not that I hate the bright red, I just wish it was more of a darker red so I don't have to constantly look to make sure I don't have blood in it."
"Do you do that often?" He asked with a smirk, glancing up at her before looking back down at his chicken scratch. "Get blood in your hair, I mean. It'd be a good color for you."
"Painfully often. The guards have no idea how it happens." She giggled. If only they knew… She picked at the scar on her neck, feeling each of the stitch marks in her skin.
"Must be all of the raw meat you eat. Or is that just a myth?" He smirked.
She chuckled to herself, pressing a finger to her lips. "Shh, don't blow my cover." She winked at him, a smirk growing on her lips. "Or it could also be all the fights I get into because I'm a temperamental psychopath."
"What, you, a tempermental psychopath? No! I never would have guessed!"
"Believe it, love, cause it's true!" She shrugged.
"No way!" He smirked slightly. "I find that so hard to believe. It's not like you act like it or anything."
"I know right? It's like they just threw an innocent girl in an asylum."
"Oh, totally." He quirked an eyebrow. "Have you ever honestly been innocent?"
"Have you?" She countered with a slight smile.
"Touche," he acknowledged with a nod.