“Yes I do. We always seem to have a lot in common.” He laughed a little.
Yeah. A lot in common. Such as actually killing people.
There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)
“Hilarious,” he muttered, pushing his untouched lunch tray away.
“Well it’s true.” Tyler muttered under his breath, setting his chin in his hand.
“I doubt it, but alright.” Lochlin rose to his feet, having lost his appetite by now. “I’m going to my cell,” he announced, making a point to call his room a ‘cell’ as per usual.
"Be careful. She might be waiting for you." Tyler laughed.
Lochlin not-so-subtly flipped him off and headed towards the guarded doors.
(skip?)
Sure, to when?)
(uhhh idk, what should happen?)
(More North/Lochlin?)
(Sureeee, What should happen?)!
(maybe she reads his mind and finds out about his past and he gets angry and scared?)
(Cool, Yeah)
(should they be alone or with Tyler?)
(They can be alone)
(maybe Tyler doesn't show up to lunch one day?)
(Yeah that sounds good.)
Lochlin pushed his spoon half-heartedly through his bowl of grey sludge, staring at the empty seat beside him. Where was Tyler? He hadn't shown up to breakfast, either, and now this?
A nurse walked in, gripping North firmly on the arm, North’s hands cuffed behind her back. She glared up at the nurse as they pushed her down into a seat near Lochlin.
Lochlin let out an audible groan when he laid eyes on the girl, making no attempt to at least pretend he was happy about her presence.
“Yeah I’m not happy to see you either, dipshit. I would leave if I could.” She muttered, struggling a little against the handcuffs and still glaring at the nurse’s back.
He ignored the statement. “Why’re you cuffed?”
“I stabbed one of my nurses with a fork.” She replied tiredly.
All of a sudden, Lochlin burst out laughing. “Oh my god…” he wheezed, covering his mouth with one hand.
"He didn't seem to think it was that funny." She said, smiling a little down at the table.
“Are you kidding?” Lochlin snorted. “You’re off to a great start, kid.”
North rolled her eyes. “He told me I was such a pretty little girl, so I grabbed a fork and stabbed him in the arm. Then he decided to call his wife later and tell her he didn’t want kids.”
“Good choice.” But all of a sudden, Lochlin grew wary.
“No..kids are fine. It’s just when you have one that can learn every secret you’ve ever kept from anyone in less then a second.” She said slowly, glancing up at Lochlin.
Once he’d heard that, Lochlin rose to his feet, trying to put some kind of blockade around his eyes. “On that note, I’ll be going to the washroom.”